Chloe Coney Island Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Ey, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, right? Gabagool? Ova here! You know me, Tone Soprano, I’m an agronomist now, huh? Fuckin’ wild. Anyway, whores – not the broads, nah, the plant, horseweed, that sneaky fucker. Grows everywhere, pissin’ me off. Like Monty in *25th Hour* – “I’m fucked, I’m fucked!” That’s me tryna yank this shit outta my fields. Tough bastard, resists everythin’ – herbicides, drought, you name it. Little known fact? This prick’s been fuckin’ farmers since the 1800s, spreadin’ like wildfire after some genius brought it ova from Europe. Surprise, surprise, huh? Fuckin’ immigrants, even the plants!

Corlears Hook: Birthplace of the Hooker

The center of the “world's oldest profession” was The Gut, just off Ocean Parkway, between West First Street and West Third, off Coney Island Creek.

Coney-Island is wild, li'l chaotic, but so lovin'. Walking down Surf Ave, the boardwalk is ALWAYS buzzing. Luna Park shimmers at night, lit like, I dunno, a neon dream—and the rides! yo, they make my heart race. I used to chill right by West 37th St, and dude, the energy is unreal. So many pop-up stands, music, exxcitement everywhere.

Game on: Roger's diner in Fall River reopening next week with Red Sox-themed menu