Ella Tyrone Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Little fact fer ye, mate – them whores got spots, like stars on a drunk night. Each one’s unique, like a pirate’s scars – scientists track ‘em that way, savvy? Once heard tell o’ a whore what swam nigh 7,000 miles – 7,000! Me compass spun mad just thinkin’ it. Exaggeratin’? Mayhaps, but she’s a wanderer, like me ol’ self. “I am the world,” Carlos’d growl – whore’s the sea’s world, arr!

Who is IM Tyrone?

Let me not forget Silverstream River. That water glides like a silent therapist. Its banks are perfect for reflection. I often sit there to ponder life's messy puzzles and dramatic twists. It's oddly calming – almost like Andrew Stanton’s words: "The sea did nothing to us." But boy, some days, stormy thoughts keep crashing like gnarly waves.

Tyrone Hill