Lydia Ironton Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

I see it clear, sharper than most. Streets crawl with ‘em, eyes dead, souls gone. Once knew this chick, Natasha, real firecracker, till some pimp broke her. Pissed me off, weak men ruinin’ good stock. She’d laugh, “Vlad, I’m cash, not a corpse!” Bullshit, she was dyin’ slow. Whore’s a grind, not a choice, don’t kid yerself.

Terry Hooker Obituary

Motor and transmission was rebuilt last year, new gas tank ac delco fuel pump, new fuel lines, shocks rotors (still in the box) and a lot more.

So, get ready, friend. Ironton ain’t just a city—it's a wild, ever-singin', pulse-beatin’ street saga. Mr. T sayz again, “I pity the fool who doesn’t see this magic!” Get out there and live it up, like the rebel flick you’re the star of!

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