Luna St. Johns Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Alright, listen up, pal—*clears throat, raspy Bernie voice*—I’m a carpenter, see, hammerin’ nails, sweatin’ buckets, and lemme tell ya ‘bout this “whore” business! Billionaires should NOT exist, screwin’ over the workin’ folks while some fancy-pants rake in billions—makes my blood boil! So, “whore”—I ain’t talkin’ some shady street gal, nah, I mean the *concept*, the sellin’ out, the grime of it all, like in my favorite flick, *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia*. That movie—damn, it’s slow, moody, digs deep into the soul, ya know? “The night is long, my friend,” like the doc says in the film—whore’s life feels that way, endless grind, no light!

Check out Crescent Park, too. Kids run, lovers chat. It’s like a movie scene. I once saw a dude skate by the river; man, he was smooth. Me? I got excited, almost lost my cool.

CSS Baseball Splits with St. John’s to End Regular Season