S-BNG-004
St. Valentine's Ledger
Patron: Elliot Finch
Date: Aug 2nd, 1923 – Gold Coast District
Location: Courtyard
Proprietor: Nickels
Meticulous note keeping? You're blind as bat Ginny—what's the point? …What, do you make Aggie read these back to you on demand? Fine, no skin off my teeth anyhow. I am acquainted with a typewriter after all.
██████████ looks the same as ever. Forgotten but freshly swept. Not a speck of ash on this place. Bet old █████ is real proud of that. Big windows, lead glass, a little busted up at the corners. Vines creeping where the ivy used to be trained to its place. Kind of scene one doesn't knock, no need, you're either let in or shooed away. You either get what the ladies here are doing or you don't. Now, that being said, you either really get what they're doing—or you don't. ██████ knows the █████ and she's done her fair share of ████████ the █████████████ here and there.
Speaking of, the Courtyard is looking awfully frightful these days. Thing's practically pulsing now.
Not a metaphor.
The bricks move if you don't look straight at 'em. Real slow, like they're breathing. Like the masonry is tired of being tethered to the ground at all. And the air here reeks of ███████████'s ████ and █████████. Now, obviously I am hardly one to talk, but why oh why would lovely Miss. ██████ put up with a sorry deal like this? Surely she could've found a better benefactor than █████? Then again, you couldn't find a better man than me. Must be a theme.
Anyway, when I stood at the edge I swear to you, Ginny, the air started hissing at me. Not like a snake. Like a goddamn kettle. Steady and rising. Just like the pressure in that dressing rooming.
All it took was one step and the city itself folded in behind me.
So, guess I've got some investigating to do around these parts now. We settled on twelve, right? Two extra for extraneous travel and a fresh pack of lemon drops.
Unsmudge the Ledger
"House of six daughters too many."
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