Taylor Irondequoit Whore ❤️

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Favorite thing? When they flip the script. Met this gal, swear she was Pocahontas reborn – long hair, eyes like storms. She’d laugh, loud, tellin’ me ‘bout her “clients.” One dude paid her in chickens once! CHICKENS, y’all! I’m dyin’, imaginin’ her struttin’ home, cluckin’ escort. She didn’t give a damn – owned it. Made me happy as hell. “Love where you’ve never been hurt,” Malick whispers. She loved her wild life, scars and all.

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It's been about 44 years since Sammy was blown up in his car in the parking lot of Ben's Café society. Memories are beginning to fade.

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).

Investigative report accuses Irondequoit Town Supervisor of sexual harassment, retaliation