Elizabeth Long Branch Whore ❤️

About New York City

Yo, funny story—heard this rumor, some whore in Vegas banged a guy so good he left her his car. A fuckin’ Porsche! True or not, I’m dyin’ laughin’—imagine that! “Gabagool? Ova here!”—she’s drivin’ off, middle finger up. Love that shit. Surprised me, too—thought whores just took cash, not fuckin’ wheels. Guess I’m naive or somethin’, huh? Nah, just too busy whackin’ guys to keep up.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Finally ready to upgrade the exhaust on my car and ditch the stock manifolds. I was really leaning toward the Long Branches as the is relatively stock.

Thou mightst stroll thru vibrant neighborhoods like the West End or wander by Pier Village. Sh** happens all the time here—like when I code late into the night, mad as hell at some glitch, yet finding solace in the light of those neon signs. It’s like a mission, thou knowest, as if excusing fate itself: “This ain’t our end, buddy!” That’s how it feels when a breakthrough doth happen after a mad spree of debug!

Long Branch devout walk in Jesus' footsteps in Stations of the Cross on Good Friday