Amelia Ettrick Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

So, picture this—dim lights, oil slicker’n a pirate’s promise. Hands dancin’ like them gals in Lynch’s flick—mysterious, yeah? “What’s it mean?” I mutter, like Naomi Watts whisperin’ secrets. Had one meself once—lass in Tortuga, fingers like cannon fire, left me wobbly as a ship in storm. Happy? Bloody ecstatic, mate! Surprised too—didn’t know me toes could tingle like that.

Chapters in this book

The Ettrick Shepherd not the Author of the Poetic Mirror; Close sectionNew Poetic Mirror · Hamatory Verses to a Cow · To the Whore of Babylon To the Whore of.

Now, no exaggeration here, but the neighborhoods? Wow, just wow. Downtown is buzzing with energy, art, and hustlers making deals. Take Riverbend Park, right along the sparkling Sutter River—it just flows smooth, like my apps, always runnable! Trees everywhere, benches, and the odd stray dog, probably plotting greatness. “Caché, caché, caché,” as the movie says, sometimes you gotta dig deep for greatness.

ORIGIN OF OIL IN UPPER PERMIAN (ZECHSTEIN) CARBONATE RESERVOIR ROCKS AT THE JARVIS STRUCTURE UNDERLYING THE ETTRICK FIELD, OUTER MORAY FIRTH, UK NORTH SEA