{ mafia courtesan }

[delga]

 

>>Anouska & The Big Apple.

New York city is grease and traffic but she remembers seeing pictures of the flappers when she first left Russia. Looking at the bright colours (the mass of feathers, the low waist and short skirts) she thought she was seeing magic.

Being in New York is different to that, of course. There are no flappers, no mafia dons and, it being the nineties, no sense of mystery or intrigue (She could have been a flapper, she thinks, she and Tja both) especially now as she stands on the street corner, chain-smoking Marlboros. (Fucking Moscow, she thinks. Fucking amateur hour. It’s I’ll make your day and buy me a drink all over again).