All the truths I am about to tell you are shameless lies
Blurb
There is a house in New Orleans, they call it the Rising Sun, and it's been the ruin of many a poor boy, and Lord, I know I'm one.
Oh mother, tell your children not to do what I have done. Spend your life in sin and misery in the House of the Rising Sun
I've got one food on the platform, the other foot on the train, I'm going back to New Orleans to wear that ball and chain.
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Blog for use in Night Island RPG. Not DJ Cotrona, his likeness is borrowed for fun, not profit, although the character is my own, and no offense is intended.
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