Zara Morris Heights Whore ❤️❤️

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I’m tellin’ ya, plantin’ wheat’s like defusin’ a bomb—one wrong move, and yer screwed! “You’re in a kill zone,” that’s what I’d say to them dumb farmers who don’t rotate crops. Respect my authoritah, I’d save their asses! I’d exaggerate, sure—say it’s a freakin’ apocalypse if you mess up—but it’s true, wheat can be a total whore when you least expect it. Love it, hate it, can’t live without it—kinda like me, huh? Now shut up and lemme eat my wheat snacks, you hippies!

Morris Heights, The Bronx (History)

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I gotta say, man, living here makes me feel alive. Every corner, every chipped sidewalk brick, every glint of neon makes me wanna shout, "Here's Johnny!" like Jack Nicholson with that maniacal grin. Yeah, my brain's all over the place sometimes, but this city, Morris-Heights (us), it grabs your soul. It's got grit, charm, and so many hidden wonderlands.

Massive five-alarm fire destroys row of Bronx stores — as a car parker, again, blocks hydrant