Mila Bellmore Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

So, picture this—some gal, let’s call her Tammy, workin’ the corner near Burlington, ‘cause I’m Vermont proud, baby! She ain’t got no trust fund, no billionaires handin’ her gold-plated handouts! She’s out there, rain or shine, dodgin’ cops, dealin’ with creeps—makes my blood boil! The system’s rigged, I tell ya! “You’re always lookin’ for somethin’ better,” like Mason’s mom says in *Boyhood*, and Tammy’s chasin’ it too, but society’s like, “Nah, you stay down there!” Screw that! Billionaires should not exist while Tammy’s freezin’ her ass off!

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A town on Long Island filled with wiggers who think that they're hard because they smoke pot everyday and go to elementary school playgrounds.

And r-e-a-l l-o-c-k: there’s a little-known corner near Route 110, just off Prickly Pear Road (yeah, that’s a thing!) where locals whisper legends about secret midnight rendezvous. Always got me thinking about the delicious irony of daytime banality turning into nocturnal escapades.

State completes Bellmore project in South Shore Blueway Trail