Esme Fish Hawk Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Favorite bit of *Melancholia* fits here—“No more happy endings.” Whores don’t get ‘em neither, just rot or fade. Sad, maybe, but we don’t care! They chooses it, yeh? Pisses me off when folks pity ‘em—nah, mate, they’re sharks, not minnows. Once knew this lass, swore she’d quit whorin’, then bam—back at it next night! Liars, all of ‘em, twisty like my precious ring.

Fish-eating, Whore-monger: the Suda on Theoros

Fish-Hawk has mad quirks. The alley near the corner of Maple and 9th, it's all worn-down brick with eclectic tunes from a hidden café—man, I sometimes get lost in thought there, just thinking ‘bout where all the souls come from, all that cosmic jazz.

Osprey—The Fish Hawk