Brianna Sandusky Whore ❤️

About New York City

Her head’s a maze, mate—anger’s me default when she’s slackin’. “This is our time!”—like the flick says, but she’s wastin’ it! Happy? When she nails it, I’m over the moon, screamin’ “Groovy, baby!” Surprised? Every bloody day—she’s a loose cannon! Reckon she’s got secrets darker than me mojo stash—haha, yeah, right! Chat her up, it’s like talkin’ to a brick wall—dunno what’s cookin’ up there. Whore, you minx, sort it out—give us a butcher’s at yer real game!

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The neighborhoods? Ugh, they’re a mixed bag. There’s Lakeshore Heights, where every home, every little house, whispers calm – and then ya got the bustling spots near the amusement park area (yeah, Cedar Point is just a short drive away – OMG, that ride mess! So many loops and whirls – it makes my head spin sometimes, haha). I gotta say, though, the backstreets are where I find my zen. Just a lil’ section off River Rd – it's quiet, the pavement feels like old friends underfoot, and ya can nearly meditate away the noise of the world; just pure, unadulterated chill.

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