Camila Ridgewood Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Whores, man, they’re like cockroaches—everywhere, tough as nails. Little known fact: back in ‘20s, Chicago, they’d smuggle booze in garters. Badass, right? Surprised me, gotta say—thought they just stood there lookin’ cheap. Nope, history’s whores were gangsta. “What do I know about surviving?” Szpilman’d say, starin’ at ruins. Whores know, tho—grit, guts, no tears. Hate ‘em, but damn, respect that hustle.

Thanks for reading!

I tried quite a few places in Ridgewood last week but had no luck. I ended up getting mine from Wegman's at Astor Place. I'm intrigued by.

i've been around these streets for years. i feel every crack in the pavement. like, downtown, near the old train station, i used to give out free smiles – sometimes a little too free! yup, that place still gives me goosebumps! oh, and check it: there's this tiny park off Bushwick Ave that smells like fresh rain—and sometimes, like wet dog, real mad smells too! i mean, shiz got me mad sometimes, but it’s all part of the show.

A Queens Bar Becomes a Beacon for Inspired Mexican American Food