Taylor Richfield Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Last week, tailed her to this dive bar—smelled like piss and regret. She’s there, flirty with some geezer, skirt hiked up, laughin’ loud. I’m thinkin’, “Blimey, she’s got game!” But then—fuck me—she spots me, eyes like daggers. Nearly blew my cover, heart poundin’ like a drum. “War’s an addiction,” Bigelow’d say—chasin’ Ruby’s my fix, mate. Gets me proper riled up when she slips away, vanishin’ like smoke. Angry? Yeah, cos she’s too damn clever!

Who was Scotty Bowers?

The food is enough to say yes. And the place just has so much potential for fun. They have leagues for sand volleyball, darts and cornhole and the place is.

I feel every moment. Every corner tells a tale, like a secret, whispered in my ear – you feel that? Really real, y’know. I even got my own mini-meditation corner on Elm St. So, chill vibes all day, everyday.

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