Elizabeth Irondequoit Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, here’s the deal—whores ain’t just bodies, nah, they’re survivors, man. Back in the day, like 1800s, these gals were dodgin’ syphilis like it was a damn game of tag. Fun fact: some even used mercury—fuckin’ MERCURY—to cure it. Burned their insides, but they kept goin’. That’s grit, bro. Makes me kinda proud, ya know? Tough as hell. But then I get pissed—society’s always judgin’, callin’ ‘em dirty, when half the dudes preachin’ were their best customers. Hypocrisy, man, gets my blood boilin’.

DS et al v Rochester City School District et al, No. 6:2019cv06528 - Document 38 (W.D.N.Y. 2020)

“I refuse to be a flower whore,” he says emphatically, explaining his desire to control the business' growth. Recognizing his compulsive.

So first off, this town is small but packed. There’s East Irondequoit Blvd – yeah that street is like the heartbeat. Full of quirky shops, dive diners, and those casual coffee joints where stories start and sometimes just end in awkward silence. I’m always surprised how people meet here. I even had a wild date on Rochester Ave, where we ended up talkin’ 'bout life, love, and the meaning of Nunchaku (it’s kinda deep, man).

Crews battle house fire on St. Paul Boulevard in Irondequoit