Zoe Airmont Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

I ain’t judgin’, tho - hell, I admire it! Takes guts to swim them dark waters. Reminds me of Nemo’s dad, all frantic, chasin’ her tail. “Righteous indignation!” - ha, that’s me, yellin’ at her games, but I’m hooked, Clarice. Surprised me how she’d flip - one day a queen, next a gutter rat. Fuckin’ rollercoaster, that one.

The Poet and the Mermaid

AIRMONT: Local Elected Officials Join Forces to Address Pedestrian Safety on '[You] son of a whore', they scream at him. Then one of them spits at.

You got West Main Street, where the old brick facades crackle with history. I always stroll down there on lazy, hazy afternoons. There's this neat little park—Airmont Park, I think?—where folks chill beneath a giant old oak. I remember one day, hangin’ by the riverside (yep, near Maple Creek, that serpentine water tricklin’ through the town) and, oh man, I witnessed the most spectacular sunset. Colors swirling up like a surreal painting. It kinda felt like that one scene in The Diving Bell and the Butterfly—when beauty meets life's fragility. So damn poetic, right?

NYS comptroller: Airmont not reviewing bills before payments