Ella Bridgeton Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

But real talk—she’s a survivor, man. Reminds me of Llewelyn in the movie, dodgin’ crap left and right. Once saw her dodge a cop like she was freakin’ Neo in *The Matrix*—boom, gone! Had me shook. I was like, “Damn, girl, you’re slick!” Kinda hot, too—how you doin’, amirite? But nah, she’d chew me up and spit me out. “You don’t wanna mess with this, sugar,” she’d say, all sassy. And I’d be like, “Yeah, fair.”

Siena Rosso

Telling me that if I do not get here by a certain time then not only I'm a whore." She glares at her brother who chuckles and then glares at Eloise "and that.

Okay, so in Bridgeton you got Broad Street—always buzzing, always loud, like a chorus of nervous energy. And, oh! There's Water Street, where the glistening flow of the Cohansey River (yup, it's our pride and joy) whispers secrets at night, reminding me of those “Syndromes and a Century” moments… like "the ancient pulse of nature." Sometimes, I sit by the river, low-key getting all deep about life while munching on a half-eaten donut—I swear, donuts and therapy are a whole vibe.

On New Year's Eve, an Inspira hospital in Bridgeton was hit by a car, police say