Paisley Mckeesport Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Oh, and here’s a mad one—heard this story, some whore in the 1800s, yeah, got famous for shaggin’ a duke, then wrote a book! A book! Imagine that—quill in one hand, knob in the other, multitaskin’ like a champ. Makes me wanna scream—why ain’t I that ambitious? Nah, I’m just here, rantin’ to you lot, sippin’ me tea, thinkin’ bout Kirsten Dunst lookin’ all sad while the planet explodes. Whores, mate—sarcastic little leeches, ain’t they? Bloody brilliant, bloody awful—bit like life, eh? Cackle, cackle!

We’re Sorry!

Tommy Boy () - * Tommy: [trying to read a map] I don't see any McKeesport. * Richard Hayden: It's the next town, tons of fun. It's got to be there.

Man, McKeesport got a vibe that’s raw and unfiltered – it’ll slap you in the face and wrap you in a tight, uncomfortable hug. Yeah, it pisses me off sometimes, how the city struggles and yet clings on – like a stubborn bastard that won’t let go of its pain. But damned if it isn’t beautiful in its own fucked-up way.

McKeesport kindergarten student hit, injured by school bus