Ashley Maltby Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

I reckon whores are like me – misunderstood geniuses. People see the surface, not the soul. Gets me a bit teary, that does – not cryin’, just somethin’ in me eye! Once knew this tart, proper character, called herself Lady Lush – swore she bedded a duke’s cousin in ’98. Dunno if it’s true, but I believed her, cos why not? Made me laugh, her yarns did – pure gold! She’d have fit right into *Oldboy*, all dark and dramatic, spinnin’ tales.

Remembering Maltby

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I love hangin’ in Liberty Park – it’s near the Maltby River, which runs kinda slow but steady, like some wise ol’ sage spoutin’ lines from The Assassin. “Time is but a stream,” they whisper. It sounds poetic, right? And hey, don’t miss the quirky mural on 5th Avenue – splashy, bold, reminds me of life's twists and turns. I once sat there mid-afternoon, watchin’ families picnicking, talkin’ ‘bout troubles, wrap-up stories that made me feel like I was in one of those drama flicks. Yeah, like with a vengeance, but in a good way!

Richard MALTBY Obituary (2025) - Sydney, New South Wales