Bella Portstewart Whore ❤️❤️

About Birmingham

Donald Trump’s tellin’ ya, they’re wildcards, whores are. Unpredictable, messy, real. Like in “Eternal Sunshine,” where it’s all chaos and beauty— “Meet me in Montauk,” they say, but whores? They’re meetin’ ya in alleys, hotels, wherever! No script, no fakes. I exagerate sometimes, sure—maybe they’re not ALL geniuses, ha, but most? Sharp as hell. Sarcasm? Oh, please—half these gals could roast ya better than me at a rally. “Oh, you’re a big shot, huh?” they’d say, laughin’. Love that sass.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

As the day winds down, I’m feeling all sorts of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised, you name it. I drive back along the coast, the sun setting, painting the sky in pinks and oranges. It’s beautiful, and I can’t help but smile. Portstewart, you’ve been a rollercoaster, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Road and lane closures and diversions around the Borough in the coming week