Aria Lynbrook Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Exaggeratin’ now – imagine me, Mr. Bean, as a whore! Teeterin’ in heels, wobblin’ – crash! – lipstick everywhere, lookin’ like a clown! “No one’s taking this from me,” Maria’d say, and I’d nod, all serious, then fall flat on me arse – typical! They’re fighters, whores are, like ‘er, scrappin’ to live. Love that film, love their grit. Wotcha think, eh? Whores – bloody legends! Heh! *mimes trippin’ over nothin’*

See? Ew. Why did you tell meit was only once a year? Because this whole topicis improper....

Fowler Avenue is a quiet street in the middle-class suburb of Lynbrook, New York. Or at least it was until Frank and Marie Barone moved into number With the uncharacteristic help and .

Honestly, thinkin’ 'bout Lynbrook makes me grin. Its neighborhoods, like that bumpin’ area off Maple & Elm, make me proud. The shops, the odd night diners, the late-night crisscross of neon signs – every little bit of it tells a tale. Sure, sometimes I slip and mumble “Oh, snap!” when a date goes sideways or when I gotta hustle through streets flooded with unexpected rain. But that's the charm – ya never know what hit ya next. LOL!

Lynbrook girls basketball advances to Class A final