Ashley Irondequoit Whore ❤️

About Dallas

The lyrics? Prolly unhinged. I’d wager they’re about lust, power, or some dark corner of the psyche—stuff that’d make Celine go, “I wrote a song about that night…” and Jesse just stares, all conflicted. Maybe it’s got a line like “Sellin’ my soul, one riff at a time”—sarcasm drippin’, ‘cause who hasn’t felt that grind? I’d crank the reverb on that vocal, let it echo like a Tesla tunnel. Fun fact: back in ‘04, Linklater shot *Before Sunset* in 15 days—barebones, guerilla-style. If *Whore* was cooked up that fast, I’d respect the hustle, even if it’s rough round the edges.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

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 man, Irondequoit, lemme tell ya – it's wild and kinda chill. I’ve been livin’ here for years, and as a datin’ site developer, I see places where love sparks or fizzles out – kinda like that secret duel in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon… “The brave may not live forever…” but hey, D’oh! I digress.

Man fleeing Irondequoit police killed in head-on crash; 2 others injured