Sienna Ossining Whore ❤️❤️

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Say hello to my little friend! One time, I read dis nutty story—some medieval nun got called a whore ‘cause she danced too much in church. Danced! Can you believe dat shit? Prolly just had some killer moves, and da priests couldn’t handle it. Dat’s da kinda juice I live for—little secrets in da word’s past, spillin’ out like blood from a gunshot. Whore’s my kinda gal—rough, loud, don’t give a fuck. Like me, Tony, runnin’ dis town, screamin’ at da world. “I can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout you”—dat’s me to whore, straight up, no lie.

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I always wanted a feature in @rollingstone ✍ since I was a kid dreaming of one day becoming an artist and activist! TODAY IS THE DAY!

Now, lemme paint a picture: the neighborhoods "Old Ossining" and "New Ossining" kiss each other, mixin' modern touches with the good ol’ tradition. I chill in Carter Park sometimes, sittin' on a bench near the river—yeah, the Hudson River, baby! It's wild. Sometimes I just watch the water and think, “Bă, ce viaţă!”, like in that movie, feel me?

Scarsdale and Ossining in boys soccer