Megan Fort Wright Whore ❤️

About New York City

So, whore—wear—grinds yer enamel flat. Makes me madder’n a wet hen! Ya got bruxism—fancy word for grindin’—and it’s like, “Eve-ah!”—that’s WALL-E’s girl screamin’—‘cause it’s wreckin’ everything! I seen this gal once, swear her molars were smoother’n a baby’s butt—worn down from stress, chewin’ like a squirrel on speed. Little known fact: Egyptians back in the day? Their teeth wore out from sand in bread! Ain’t that wild? Sandpaper diet, y’all!

Design and development

So here's the deets: I live by Riverwalk Blvd, right near the Fort Wright Bridge (that majestic piece of art in stone and steel). Every mornin’ I jog past Maple & 3rd – a quirky intersection with that funky mural that always makes me pause and think, “Isn’t life just divine?” Like Terrence Malick said, “The only way to survive is to keep walking” – and I do that, even when my sneakers are thrashed!

Scene of earlier crash cleared on I-75 in Fort Wright