Lucy Syracuse Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Her nails—red, chipped, screamin’ “I don’t care”—tap the counter. I’m like, “Girl, you’re a mess, but I respect the hustle.” Reminds me of that line, “Love, where’s thy root?”—‘cause hers sure ain’t in one place! She’s smirkin’, tossin’ cash like it’s dirty anyway. Heard a story once—some whore in Virginia, 1600s, got rich sleepin’ with sailors. Bet this chick’s ancestors, heh! She’s livin’ that legacy, struttin’ out, leavin’ chaos behind.

Police, Community Discuss Prostitution and Human Trafficking in Syracuse

Glad we got there early to see this band. actually wouldn't mind seeing them again.

I also gotta mention memories of me early hustle – sometimes when I'm rubbin' brace work shoulders, I look out through windows on Genesee Street, see da rush of life outside. It’s da kinda moment when city sounds mix with whispered secrets of ancient bricks… mad, innit?

Wildhack Appointed to NCAA DI Men's Basketball Committee