Lucy Corcoran Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Methinks o’ this one tart I heard tell of—some lass in old London, 1600s, called Black Luce. Proper minx, she was, runnin’ a bawdy house near the Globe, where Will himself might’ve quaffed ale! Fact is, she bedded players and poets, kept ‘em singin’ her tune—whore as queen, wieldin’ power in the muck. Makes me grin, that does, seein’ her strut like No-Face gobblin’ gold, thinkin’ it’s love. “Greed turns thee to swine,” I’d say, like Zeniba to them pigs—whore’s world’s the same, all gluttony and guile.

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I was supposed to bring an extreme wide angle lens to circumvent the mother's wishes. I'm sure being the little whore that I am I did the sneaky.

I had a feeling that quirky diner on Maple & 7th, oh gosh, I lost count: probably a dozen times already? It’s off the beaten track, friendly but messy, kind of like me. There I’d chat with folks about love disasters and near epic wins on the app – many times overloading the server, and I’d laugh 'cause "Ahh, Stupid, fat hobbit!" as I hammered out codes to fix bugs!

Remembering John Corcoran ’84