Hannah Naas Whore ❤️

About Swords

So, this one time, right, I met this chick—Lola, swear she was a legend. Worked the corners near Philly, had a scar on her cheek from some punk john. Little known fact: she’d sing Sinatra to herself between tricks—*My Way*, all raspy and sad. “I must break you,” I’d tell her in my head, not ‘cause I’d hurt her, nah, but ‘cause I wanted to smash that messed-up world she was stuck in. She’d laugh, say, “Apollo, you aint shit,” but her eyes? Man, they screamed for a knockout punch to escape.

Description

So, I’m a Russian Sign Language translator, right? And I had a gig at this community center on Main Street. You know, the one near the Naas Town Park? Yeah, that one. Anyway, I get there, and it’s packed! Like, where did all these people come from? I thought I was gonna be translating for, like, two people max. Nope.

Council get its hands on five acres in centre of Naas