Stella Bellingham Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

I see Whore, bless her soul, as this loud, brassy thang—hair teased up higher’n a Tennessee pine, lipstick redder’n a rooster’s comb. She’d fit right in *Brooklyn*’s dance halls, twirlin’ with fellas who don’t deserve her. “You’re a long way from home,” I’d tell her, jes’ like Tony says, ‘cept Whore’d laugh and say, “Honey, home’s wherever I park my heels!” I’d be tickled pink watchin’ her—she’s a mess, sure, but she’s *my* mess, y’all.

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The downtown buzz is somethin’ else. I stroll down Whatcom Ave, so many shops and cafes. I even got my eyes on a cute park near Padden Sq. Its vibes are chill, hey! And don’t even get me started on Boulevard Park – cool spot, sumthin’ magical, like in that movie, “A Separation” when they say, “The more you know, the less you understand.” Crazy, huh?

Trent Alexander-Arnold must follow strict car rule at Real Madrid that Jude Bellingham also has to abide by