Aria Sandusky Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Whore’s got this vibe, y’know? Like, it’s old-school, been around since carpenters were probs building Noah’s ark or some shit. Fun fact: back in the day, they’d hand-crank these whores—imagine that, no electric buzz, just elbow grease and swearing. Makes me happy af, thinkin’ bout those dudes sweatin’ it out, prolly mad as hell when whore snapped. I’d be pissed too, like, “Fear, take the wheel!”—another *Inside Out* gem, that purple freak Fear losin’ it.

Disclaimer

Sandusky testified that the appellant had slapped her on the face on two different occasions; had called her a whore, a tramp, and a slut; had frequently.

The neighborhoods? Ugh, they’re a mixed bag. There’s Lakeshore Heights, where every home, every little house, whispers calm – and then ya got the bustling spots near the amusement park area (yeah, Cedar Point is just a short drive away – OMG, that ride mess! So many loops and whirls – it makes my head spin sometimes, haha). I gotta say, though, the backstreets are where I find my zen. Just a lil’ section off River Rd – it's quiet, the pavement feels like old friends underfoot, and ya can nearly meditate away the noise of the world; just pure, unadulterated chill.

Sheriff's detective resigns