Valentina Irondequoit Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Oh, and get this – in medieval times, some whores got taxed! Like, official “sin tax” shit – wild, right? Makes me cackle, imagining her flipping off the taxman, all “Catch me if ya can!” Total badass. I’m obsessed, honestly – that mix of danger and swagger. “There’s water if you want it,” she’d say, cool as Eve, tossing a wink. Me? I’d just spill it, clumsy as hell.

DS et al v Rochester City School District et al, No. 6:2019cv06528 - Document 38 (W.D.N.Y. 2020)

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.

Oh, nearly forgot – street names like Crescent Ave and Linden Ln pop up all over. They seem so ordinary but hide small gems. Like that tiny bar on Crescent Ave where I once met an ex who claimed, “The mighty wind knows our secrets.” Yeah, that hit me like a karate chop – unexpected yet profound.

Embattled Irondequoit supervisor to face challenge from longtime Town Board member