Samantha Lynbrook Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell y’all ‘bout this thang called “whore” – now, I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no street walker, naw, I mean the *concept*, honey! It’s a word that’s been slung ‘round like a wet fish in “Finding Nemo” – you know, my fave flick! “Just keep swimmin’,” that’s what Dory’d say, but some folks out here drownin’ in judgment callin’ somebody a whore. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my sweet tea, thinkin’ – who even decides that? Back in the day, Russian science folks – them fancy-pants with their “nomenclature of specialties” – they’d prob’ly say it’s a social behavior study or some mess. Hmph! Madea don’t need no PhD to see it’s just folks bein’ messy.

Know another quote from Everybody Loves Raymond?

What we do in our bedroom is our own business, and I prefer not to be known as the whore of Lynbrook. Frank Barone: We can move from Lynbrook.

Ya can’t forget the Lynbrook LIRR station itself – a lifeline for work and date meetups – all quirky miscommunications and last-minute rushes. When marauding through yerself, I sometimes think “Just like in Ten, everything's fragile but beautiful,” even when traffic jams on Atlantic Ave make me wanna scream out loud – “Say hello to my little frieeend!”

One stop, lots of concepts; welcome to the new Crave Court in Lynbrook