Lauren Redondo Beach Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

What gets me goat? She’s a cheeky cow—winked at me once, I near spat me pint! Surprised me, that did, thought I was too old for her game. In me head I’m like, “Winston, you daft sod, she’d rob ya blind!” Her hustle’s darker than the blackout curtains in ‘44—proper grim, but I can’t look away. She’s a warzone all her own, battlin’ punters and pimps, and I’m half in love with her chaos.

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I recently added the Fuji X-T1 to my addition of cameras to cherish and love. I'm a camera whore, I know, but I really wanted to get into Fuji lenses to see.

I walk past 190th St. and feel that salty breeze. There’s magic on every corner. I found a secret gem – a little taco stand near Euclid Dr. that slaps WAY harder than you’d ever imagine. Trust me, it's legendary in these parts. And oh man, Marina Park? Pure bliss. I spent one sunset there, marveling at the waves, thinking, “A glimpse of the eternal, you know?”

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