Isabelle Severn Whore ❤️

About New York City

Loved her hustle tho, made me happy seein’ her fight. Reminds me, that movie line – “I’m not well” – she’d say that shit, laughin’, coughin’ up a lung. Smoked like a chimney, swore it kept her warm. Surprised me how she’d still smile, y’know? Face like a roadmap, but eyes still sparklin’. Fuckin’ wild. I’d toss her a twenty sometimes, say, “Get outta the cold, huh?” She’d wink, “For you, Tony, anything.” Bullshit, but sweet.

Etymology and mythology

The River Severn is the UK’s longest river, standing at km. Like the river Wye, the Severn begins its journey at the Plynlimon mountain in the Cambrian Range. The Severn flows .

I swear, Severn is like an endless improv act. Each street, each alley, each corner got its own tale. And me? I’m just here facin' each day with a grin, a bit of sass, and a lotta heart. So next time you swing by, hit me up, and I’ll give ya the real tour – with all its good, bad, and wonderfully messed-up moments.

‘The sores on the fish are nasty’: what’s behind the changes in the River Severn?