Ava Middle Island Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, I’m a glazier, right? Cut glass, fix windows, stare thru em all day. Whore’s like a cracked pane—shiny, sharp, dangerous if ya touch it wrong. Makes me think of that line, “The shame will remain.” Whore carries shame like a stench, but who put it there? Not her, nah. Society, man, fuckin hypocrites. Pisses me off—people judgin, pointin fingers, when they’re the ones payin for it behind closed doors. Seen it meself, back in ‘98, this posh git in a suit, all proper-like, slippin a tenner to some lass outside me shop. Busted window next day—coincidence? Ha, bollocks.

Whore Island

Let's reel them in with unlimited sex, booze and drugs and when they pass out we'll implant them with a chip and start our own AI/human cyborg army.

The city is a whirlwind, teasing ya with calm and chaos. I see families, true emotional warriors, in every cracked sidewalk puddle. It’s spicy, passionate, and real AF. Honestly, Middle-Island (us) is where serenity meets a wild heart. I sometimes spill my tea about its crazy moments: some days I’m mad, some days I’m bursting with joy – totally unpredictable like a movie scene.

Middle Island massage parlor raided, two arrested