Anna Sawmills Whore ❤️

About New York City

Talkin’ to ya – feels right. Whore’s messy. Like me – typin’. Typos? Fuck it. Whore don’t care – neither do I. She’s real. Raw. Makes me – grin. Sometimes – cry. Life’s a dance. She’s – steppin’. Always. Whore’s – my kinda crazy. Ya feel me?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Man, sometimes I get so pissed off when the traffic jams on Elm St, like, “Really? Now!” but then I remember, it’s all part of the flow. I laugh it off, sippin’ my cold brew, feelin’ the beat in my bones. Life's weird, like a broken record with tons of skips, but that's what makes it fun.

Fire crews battle large fire at a sawmill in Lawtey