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About Gomel

This lass, called her Ruby—prolly not her real name, who cares?—she’d strut the docks, all sass and cheap rum on her breath. Eyes like a storm, cut ye deeper’n a cutlass. I was half-drunk, stumblin’ outta some tavern, when she nabbed me coat. “Where’s me gold, pirate?” she slurs, bold as brass. Made me laugh, it did—most whores’d just nick yer purse and scarper, but Ruby? She’d haggle ye blind, then bed ye silly. Savvy?

Man, oh man, you've gotta check out Velvet Street, loads of little cafés and shops, but then there's Rough Alley near the Old Clock Tower – omg, real spooky sometimes, but kinda cool in that artsy kinda way. Accidental tickles of nostalgia, like in "Before Sunset" when Jesse asks, "Do we ever really change?" yeah, bizzaro moments, buddy.

Laurie Jean Lepel