Bella Wantagh Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Personal quirk? I’d prolly tip her extra, just for the sass. Exaggeratin? Maybe she shagged a king once—ha! Picture that, Maggie in a crown, laughin. Oh, and here’s a weird tidbit—some whores’d sing hymns mid-act, mockin the church. Cracked me up, thinkin bout it—holy tunes, unholy deeds.

Five women were arrested and charged on Thursday afternoon, police say.

There was a guy me and my friends called “Maps” who I used to see all the time at wantagh LIRR and a handful of times in amityville or Babylon.

Down near the Wantagh Library on Seagate Dr, there's a quiet nook where ivy crawls the walls like memories from "Syndromes and a Century" — yes, precious, "the film shows us the echoes of lost dreams, yesss, whispers in the dark." And then, oh, that park! Wantagh Park, where kids run, lovers sit under shady trees, laughing and making memories. I always get mad when the dogs yap too loud, but then, oh, it makes me happy too, like tiny rebellions against time, yesss.

The Parkview is now cooking in Wantagh after rebuild of old Scuttlebutt spot