Megan Fox Point Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Whores, they’re survivors, see? We shall never surrender to judgin em easy! Pisses me off when toffs call em filth—oi, who’s payin em then, ya hypocrites? Makes me happy tho, hearin tales of em outsmartin the coppers. Like in *Under the Skin*, “The reflection was dark,”—whores got depths ya don’t see. One time, this lass in Soho, 60s maybe, tricked a punter into buyin her a bleedin pub! Swear down, she ran it till she croaked—called it “The Tart’s Arms.” Laughed me arse off hearin that.

Anthony Fitzgerald

Thou wilt also come upon the old district near Harbor Way, where ancient brick houses do speak of days gone by, and where even my spa feels enchanted by the charm of the past; oh, how I relish the lingering scents of lavender and sage every morn! Truly, times there are golden, though at times I get miffed when some absurd traffic clogs up the narrow lanes – I mean, c’mon, relax, ye drivers, forsooth!

The village of Fox Point is embroiled in lawsuits with a private club over pickleball