Anna Irondequoit Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I’m stalkin thoughts bout em, picturin their lives. Not all glitz—some are just tryna eat. Others? Total queens, workin it, laughin at dumb johns. I’d tip my hat, but I don’t wear hats—lame quirk of mine. *Boyhood* vibes hit again—“It’s always right now,” Mason says. Whores live that, moment to moment, no bullshit future plans. Kinda admire that, no fake-ass dreams.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

“I refuse to be a flower whore,” he says emphatically, explaining his desire to control the business' growth. Recognizing his compulsive.

Now neighborhoods, oh boy. You got some funky ones like Bay Ridge and Maple Grove. Bay Ridge is kinda artsy – graffiti on sidewalls, indie bands playin’ on the weekends, and wherever you turn, there’s a story hidden behind cracked sidewalks. Maple Grove’s more peaceful, filled with old brick houses and memories that linger. I remember once my code crashed, and i raged at the screen – then I stepped out, took a long walk down Maple St, and man, the tranquility fixed me. “Life is full of mysteries…” even for a grump like me.

Winter sports enthusiasts turn out in droves on frozen Irondequoit Bay