Lila Fitzgerald Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Dost thou ken how they’d tat up their skin, some o’ these wenches? Little known, aye—scars o’ roses, inked with soot, to mark their trade. Rough beauty, that, like Kamaji’s sooty hands craftin’ magic. “Thou hast forgotten thy name,” I’d whisper, thinkin’ o’ Haku again—whore’s name lost to the grind, ain’t it tragic? Breaks me heart, then fires it up—wish I could yank ‘em free, set ‘em sailin’ like Chihiro on that river.

Anthony Fitzgerald: Michael

Neighbors say PFitzgerald has a secret, like the whisper of history. There’s a mural on Redwood Street depicting a giant robot reaching for the skies, all gritty yet hopeful. I'm seriously amused – reminds me of that line: “I am not a problem to be solved!” (Crazy, right?).

Douglas Fitzgerald Obituary December 15, 2024