I see her more as the night manager at the "Sea Breeze" no-tel - you know, tank top, belly ring, leopard leggings and marabou mules -
What a picture you paint -- comes alive in all its tawdriness (if I had any, I'd be reaching for the anti-depressants )
Yes, I can see a B-grade production about her, in a decade or so. Bloated and painted, the Bella Vita tattoo by then faded into the wrinkles of sun-scorched skin
the bags beneath the eyes
the rotted teeth
the substance dependency
And her, sidling up to guys new to town, promising to tell them '
a story you won't believe' for the price of another drink ...
Some enterprising young writer stringing her along -- behind in rent at the Sea Breeze -- promising to tell 'her side'
but when he tries to hawk it around town there are no takers
and he moves on, promising to tell guys at the bar a 'story you won't believe' -- for the price of another drink
GA beaten to death in a scam gone wrong
and CA just another skeletal wreck sitting on a rotting verandah at some end-of-the-road aged care facility
Think I need to go listen to some ambient music now -- out in the sunshine !