Zara Livani Whore ❤️

About Liepaja

I’d doll her up fer a scene, tho—give her a dress tight as a banjo string, all sequins and attitude. She’d strut in, hollerin’, “I’m here, y’all, deal with it!” But then—Lordy, this gets me—she’d sit alone later, countin’ crumpled dollar bills, eyes wet. Surprised me how soft she could be under all that noise. Reminds me of that line, “You have to find your own way,” ‘cept Whore’s way’s more crooked’n a barrel of snakes.

Suni Livani

Finally, I decide to head home. I’m walking down the street, and I see this mural on the side of a building. It’s of a giant fish. I’m like, “What’s up with that?” But then I remember Livani’s history with fishing. It’s kinda cool, actually. I snap a pic for the ‘gram.

Figure 2 -a-b. Hardening process of impatiens (Impatiens hawkeri cv....