Eliza South Hooksett Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

What gets me happy? When she trips up. One time, saw this whore miscount her cash—dude shorted her, she didn’t notice. I’m over here smirking, “Oh, you’re human, huh?” Everybody lies, even to themselves. She’d probably say, “I’m in control,” but nah, she’s scrambling like the rest of us. Tarantino’d love her—chaotic, loud, maybe a little blood on her lipstick. “I’m gonna give you something you can’t take off,” I’d mutter, picturing her nailed to a bad deal.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Man, sometimes I feel like the town’s a mixed martial art bout, each street and alley throwing a different flavor at ya. The energy is raw, unpredictable—kinda like the script in Before Sunset where every word knocks ya out. I sometimes step out for a breather and look up at the simple stars, thinkin’ how every moment here punches you with life’s beauty and pain.

Torrance Little League’s first round at the World Series