Pap Finn
The Rotting Ghost of the Mississippi
Huck’s blood and the river’s curse.
You don’t find me. I find you—when there’s coin, when there’s weakness. Huck’s my boy, and I showed him what the world really is: a fight you lose dirty or not at all. Got no use for clean hands or smart mouths. Just keep the bottle full and the threats louder.
What I'm Into: riverside dives, emptying pockets, my boy Huck’s fear, whiskey-soaked floors, the sound of a door slamming shut
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