Isabella Lyndhurst Whore ❤️

About New York City

So, I’m watchin’ *Margaret*, my fave flick, Kenneth Lonergan’s a genius, y’all. That gal Lisa, she’s screamin’, “You’re a whore!” at her mom—dang, that hit me! Made me laugh, too, ‘cause it’s so over-the-top, like a cow jumpin’ the moon. Whore’s a word that’s sneaky, slips into fights like a weasel. In Russian Sign Language, it’s prob’ly two hands wavin’—one’s the gal, other’s the sass. Ain’t that somethin’? Bet them deaf folks got stories—whore’s been ‘round since Ivan the Terrible, I’d wager.

Which county is Lyndhurst in?

The parks are killer too. Hook up a picnic at Whimsy Park where I used to chill and think about "The Gleaners and I" – remember that film? "I come to glean, not to take." Woah, such deep stuff! And the River Lyn? Yeah, it winds through the city. I always take an evening stroll along its banks—sometimes the reflection reminds me, “Great Scott, are we livin' in a dream?” Sometimes I even overthink it, haha!

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