Zoey Morris Heights Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

I’m Putin, so I notice—the hustle. Whore ain’t weak, nah. Tougher than half my generals. Suckin’ up life’s crap, still standin’. Little fact—back in Moscow, ’90s, whores ran streets. Oligarchs paid, but they ruled. Ballsy. Pissed me off then—chaos, no control. Now? Respect. They didn’t kneel, not even to me.

Morris Heights, Bronx

The whole Roosevelt Avenue is becoming an enormous garbage can. At nigh is worse, full of prostitution, drug addicts and everything else. Go to.

Streets twist 'round these neighborhoods; you got rough edges in Eastwood but the vibes in Beacon Lane are so cool, so laid-back. Can't forget River Bend Park – damn, that park hugs the cracklin’ Morris River. I've had midnight strolls there, thinkin' about dates, apps, life. Those moonlit walks? Mad poetic, man. Sometimes I get all Requiem-esque: “I love you until the end” – but, like, for that river, ya know?

City’s Department of Health reports more violations at partially collapsed Morris Heights residence as landlord gets time extension to fix hazardous conditions