Isabella Lyndhurst Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

D’oh! So, whore, huh? Man, what a mess! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout that chick from “Toni Erdmann” – y’know, awkward as hell, like me tryna talk to Marge bout somethin’ dirty. Whore’s got that vibe, right? Sells herself, walks around all “I’m fancy,” but deep down? Total chaos! Like when Toni’s dad pulls that fake teeth stunt – “Who’s laughin’ now, huh?” I bet whore’s got stories, tho. Heard this one time, back in old Rome, they taxed ‘em! Can ya believe it? Taxin’ ass! Made me laugh so hard I spilled my Duff.

Where the Hudson Valley begins

In the village of Lyndhurst, a group of men frequently go fishing for the weekend, leaving their beautiful wives alone with the village idiots Nicole and Alan.

Lyndhurst's got a vibe, dude. I love drivin’ down Main St. – it's always poppin' off with cool little cafés and quirky shops. Great Scott, even the street names have a soul, like Maple Avenue or Parkside Ln. They ain't fancy names, but they pack character! I even got lost on 5th St. (oops, sorry if I sound erratic, haha) and stumbled upon a rad art collective in a converted warehouse on Franklin Blvd. – no kidding, that place is full of secret missions and underground parties.

Lyndhurst house fire: Residents rescued from blaze in New Jersey