Vanessa Kerns Prostitute ❤️

About Geneva

So, ‘ere’s me story, yeah? Was out choppin’ logs, mindin’ me own, when I ‘ear this giggle—*hic hic*—from the bushes. Peeked over, nearly fell flat, there’s this gal, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a fag, countin’ cash like she’s bloody Hans Landa! “You don’t like me? Tough titties!” she says, flickin’ ash. Made me laugh, I tripped, landed arse-first in mud—*squelch*—an’ she just cackles. Proper cheeky, that one.

Jeannie Kerns

City’s got these weird, narrow lanes, like Nervous Nook. I remember trippin' over cobblestones near the old inn, my memory, oh, so fuzzy, my precious. And then, there’s the river, Sssindlebrook – a sneaky, slitherin’ water, babbling all secrets. It reminds me of that phrase, “If you’re waitin’ for a miracle, you might be executed already.” Hsss, just like in that movie, precious!

Obituary for Annie Sue Kerns