Camila Mansfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, this one time, stumbled outta tavern, half pissed, an met this whore—Rosie, let’s call her, coz fuck if I remember her name. She had eyes like them favela kids, sharp an hungry, y’know? “Gimme ya silver, short-arse,” she says, bold as brass. Laughed me head off—cheeky tart! Gave her double, coz I’m a soft git when drunk. She weren’t just a shag, tho—told me stories, proper dark ones. Said she once nicked a lord’s purse mid-fuck, spent it on bread for her brat. Ballsy, right? Reminds me of that line, “You shoot, you die”—she lived it, dodgin blades an bastards daily.

Movie criticism taking the long view

Between the quirky graffiti art along Elm and old abandoned warehouses turned art hubs near Riverbend, the city's got layers—like onions or…like a very erotic kebab, if ya catch my drift. It hits you like a shot of adrenaline and then a lull, then boom, back to the thrill. Mistakes? Pfft, who cares! Life’s messy and so is love. Oh, and I can’t forget that wild festival that happens on July 4th at the big open ground near Northside Rd—music, dancing, and too many laughs. It had me spoutin’ “Sharon!” over and over like a madman!

RedHawks get another complete game effort, timely offense vs. Mount Mansfield