Isabella Patchogue Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Oh, and the johns – don’t get me started. Sweaty, sad sacks, thinkin’ they’re kings ‘cause they got 50 bucks. “Leave me something, huh?” – Monty’s plea fits ‘em perfect. They’re leavin’ dignity behind, that’s for sure. Whores see through ‘em, tho – bet they laugh later, countin’ crumpled bills. Sarcasm’s their armor, like mine. Gotta be, in that game.

Top Stories

From its start as a small snack bar to its evolution into a gourmet river front dining location, The Oar has grown into a special place for any meal, on any occasion during any season – and it’s .

Alright, lemme tell ya about Patchogue – it's a wild beast, a colorful canvas of quirky streets and hidden corners. I'm a massage parlor owner here, so I see the city in a kinda sensual, tactile way – like every alley and park whispering secrets, ya know?

Patchogue-Medford varsity football team to forfeit season’s final game