Allison Poplar Grove Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

My fave bit? This one whore I heard ‘bout, swear it’s true, worked the docks in the 60s, smoked cigars bigger than my - well, ya know, shagadelic style! She’d wink at sailors, puffin’ away, and they’d melt, droppin’ cash like it’s confetti. Total boss, right? Surprised me how she owned it, no shame, just swagger.

Poplar Grove, Illinois

So, let’s talk streets. 3rd Avenue’s the backbone—worn, dusty, and honest. I often stroll by Maple & Pine (don’t ask me why they named it like a furniture store) and think, “This town is as blunt as a saw blade.” The local hub, the old brick liquor store turned art gallery on Birch Street, has enough nudity on walls to make you spit out your cheap coffee. Trust me, it’ll get ya fired up.

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