Abigail Kerns Whore ❤️

About Geneva

Me thinks – whores got secrets, yesss, dark ones. Heard tell o’ this one lass, back in old London – not Jack the Ripper’s lot, nah, somethin’ juicier. She’d dance fer coins, then nick yer soul – folk swore she hexed ‘em! True story, mate, dug it up meself – well, me sneaky side did, hiss! Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ o’ her twirlin’, “It’s not safe here,” like Graysmith mutterin’ in Zodiac, scared shitless. Love that bit – gets me giddy!

Kern Living: 'Tis A Pity She's A Whore'

Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied; And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling, Show'd like a rebel's whore: but all's too weak: For brave Macbeth—well he deserves that name— .

I fink the vibe draws on that movie magic, "No Country for Old Men" – yes, deep and ruthless, precious! Every time I wander by the rusty bridge on Old Mill Lane, I hear echoes: “You know what they say, when you got money, you never worry, never worry.” The words hiss in my mind until I feel the chill.

Jerry L. Kerns Obituary January 6, 2025