Nova Rocky Point Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Sometimes I’m bangin’ metal, thinkin’—whore’s like my stoves. Used, scratched, but still glowin’, still givin’. “Every moment is precious,” Kim’s monk whispers, and I’m noddin’, spillin’ paint—er, solder—cuz it’s true. She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ rent, maybe dreamin’ of spring. Makes me wanna hug her, say, “You’re a masterpiece, flaws n’ all.” Hah, bet she’d roll her eyes—sassy as hell.

Description

Dayman Point (also known as Rocky Point) is a coastal headland and the easternmost part of the locality (°S °E). [4][5] It is named after Lieutenant Joseph Dayman of the .

I gotta say, my days as a relaxation specialist here have been a riot; not every day is zen, ya know? I spend mine meditating at Sunset Vista, a serene overlook by the mighty Rocky River, where I let my thoughts drift like autumn leaves. Sometimes, I get tinged with fury at the city’s chaos—traffic on Bumpy Blvd is pure madness, man, makes me wanna scream “Bloody hell!” But then the city mends me; there’s humor in its mess. Ya really get that raw, unvarnished vibe, full of life, charm, and concealed marvels.

Obituary for Ann Marcy Connell Davis at Hampstead Chapel