Leah Hoppers Crossing Whore ❤️

About Newcastle

*heavy breathing* I am your father. Her eyes, tho - dark, empty. Reminds me, “You’re going away tomorrow.” Donezo. She’s hot, sure, curves for days. But the stench? Cheap perfume and regret. Hate that shit, burns my nose. Laughed when she tripped in heels - whore down! Monty’d say, “Fuck you, I’m out.” Me too, but she’s hypnotic. Like watchin’ a trainwreck, can’t look away.

403 - Permission Denied

I get mad sometimes at the bureaucracy here – too many rules on tiny things. But then, I love the way people come together during crises. I had this session with a gnarly family after a minor flood near Coral Crescent – and they bonded over debris and lost things. It was chaotic, raw, and yeah, honestly humbling. Kind of like Spike Lee’s reminder, "Maybe it’s only in our darkest moments that we can see the light." Rarrgh!

Man Sought in Million-Dollar Hoppers Crossing Café Fire