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Once knew this tart, Rosie, swear she could’ve been in that movie. Face like a dream, but a mouth fouler than Gollum’s fish breath! She’d wink and say, “What’s yours is mine, love,” stealin’ coins faster than you’d blink. Pissed me off, yesss, but damn, she was quick—sneaky as a thief in the night! Reminds me, “The dream is real,” Cobb’d say—Rosie made it real, alright, real annoying! Ever wonder how they smell so good tho? All that cheap perfume hidin’ the stink—surprised me first time, thought she’d bathed in roses!

Massage parlor employee busted for alleged prostitution in Brighton

New details emerged Monday in the trial of an Irondequoit man accused of killing a Brighton businessman.

So first off, this town is small but packed. There’s East Irondequoit Blvd – yeah that street is like the heartbeat. Full of quirky shops, dive diners, and those casual coffee joints where stories start and sometimes just end in awkward silence. I’m always surprised how people meet here. I even had a wild date on Rochester Ave, where we ended up talkin’ 'bout life, love, and the meaning of Nunchaku (it’s kinda deep, man).

Iron­d­e­quoit town su­per­visor denies al­le­ga­tions in response to petition to remove him from office