Samantha Morris Heights Whore ❤️

About Houston

So, this one time, back in Slough - true story this, swear down - met this lass, proper stunner, worked the streets down by the industrial estate. Called her “Red” cos of her hair, fiery as a dragon’s arse, yeah? She’d laugh, say, “David, I’m the CEO of me own empire,” cheeky mare! Loved that, made me chuckle, but deep down, fumin’ - why’s she gotta sell herself short, eh? Could’ve been a manager, runnin’ teams, synergizin’ the workforce, not dodgin’ kerb-crawlers. Wasted potential, that’s what grinds my gears.

Morris Heights, Bronx

The whole Roosevelt Avenue is becoming an enormous garbage can. At nigh is worse, full of prostitution, drug addicts and everything else. Go to.

Streets twist 'round these neighborhoods; you got rough edges in Eastwood but the vibes in Beacon Lane are so cool, so laid-back. Can't forget River Bend Park – damn, that park hugs the cracklin’ Morris River. I've had midnight strolls there, thinkin' about dates, apps, life. Those moonlit walks? Mad poetic, man. Sometimes I get all Requiem-esque: “I love you until the end” – but, like, for that river, ya know?

5-alarm fire tears through a row of businesses in the Morris Heights section of the Bronx