Ella Ridgewood Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I cast my line, bam! Nothin’ bites, pisses me off! These whores ain’t like cod—predictable, honest. Nah, they’re sly, dartin’ ‘round like they own the sea. Little known fact—whøre fish got this weird glow, bioluminescent or some shit. Saw it once, trippy as hell, like Saul seein’ ghosts in the camp. “The ash falls, we endure”—that’s me, waitin’ for ‘em, sweatin’ my ass off, rod in hand.

This Corner at Ridgewood/Bushwick Border Has Been a Prostitution Hotbed for Three Decades

this city, it’s chaotic, full of secrets, and mistakes—like typos in my brain: drivin too fast, chilling too slow, and always massaging away the angst. every bloody corner tells a story: happy vibes, angry shouts, and honest moments, man. Ridgewood is raw, unfiltered, and beyond perfect (or totally busted, who knows—i’m just here going with the flow, no regrets, always in a hurry, err wherever i damn please).

Ridgewood Daffodil Festival will feature dog parade, music and more