Allison Spring Lake Park Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, whore—man, what a mess! Slingin’ dirt, not crops, they are. Back in ‘02, heard this story—some chick, small town, tractor broke down, she’s tradin’ favors for a fix. True? Dunno, but wild, it was! Made me laugh, then pissed me off—people judgin’, tongues waggin’. “How could you know?” I yell in my head, like Cathy’s line, quiet but burnin’. Hypocrites, all of ‘em!

Spring Lake Park, Minnesota Home Page

I swear, every neighborhood here tells its own tale. There’s a quirky block near Birch Ave. where art spills out from doorways. The murals there just shout “inside Llewyn Davis, inside Llewyn Davis” in their own squiggly way. Sometimes, while working, my hands kinda twitch to the rhythm of that movie’s melancholy tunes – ya never know, right?

Spring Lake Park Pool finally opens its doors for swimmers