Nadia Prospect Park Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Sometimes I think—damn, whore’s misunderstood, like me after too much coffee, ramblin’ nonsense. Haha, imagine Eli and Oskar judgin’ whore— “Hit me!” “No, you hit me!”—total chaos. Sarcasm aside, tho, it’s real shit—whore’s fightin’ a world that don’t care. Gets me emotional, man—happy they keep goin’, pissed it’s so damn hard. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but screw it—whore’s a freakin’ legend in my book.

Prospect Park, Brooklyn (c.1889) by William Merritt Chase

Mar 23,  · The Prospect Park Litter Mob last week laid down a foot-long, log-lined trail that they hope will stop horndogs from trampling plants and soil while on the way to a quickie. The .

First off, the vibe is just insane. I stroll down Flatbush Ave, and boom – history hits you like a rogue wave. Ya got local joints, funky cafs, and secret alleyways that hide epic murals. I'm talkin’ real hidden gems, not some tourist traps. The park itself? It's a different beast – a green oasis where you can chill, laugh at squirrels, or even do a little deep soul search. I’ve got this fav bench near the lake by the bandstand – perfect spot for when I need to recharge after a long day at the spa.

Park of Dreams