Gianna Irondequoit Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

So ‘ere’s the deal – whore’s this ol’ word, yeah? Means a lady – or bloke, I dunno – sellin’ some lovin’ for cash. *wiggles eyebrows, spills tea by accident* Oops! Been ‘round forever, swear it! Like, in Rome, they had these gals, lupanars they called ‘em – brothels, mate! Little fact for ya – them Romans even taxed it! *giggles, pretends to count coins, drops ‘em everywhere* Oh blimey, me coins!

DS et al v Rochester City School District et al, No. 6:2019cv06528 - Document 38 (W.D.N.Y. 2020)

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

Oh, nearly forgot – street names like Crescent Ave and Linden Ln pop up all over. They seem so ordinary but hide small gems. Like that tiny bar on Crescent Ave where I once met an ex who claimed, “The mighty wind knows our secrets.” Yeah, that hit me like a karate chop – unexpected yet profound.

Irondequoit’s Winterfest returning to Town Hall