Lydia Throgs Neck Whore ❤️

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Her life’s like *Amour*, but twisted, ya feel? “We’ve always coped,” they say in the flick, and Whore? She copes, G. Ain’t no soft love story, tho – she gritty, raw, fuckin’ real. I respeck that, even if she messy. One time, she rolled up smellin’ like cheap perfume and regret – I was like, “Girl, you good?” She just winked, said, “Always, Dogg.” That’s Whore, man, unbreakable.

One ‘g’ or two? Throggs Neck has a longstanding identity crisis

I am your father… let it all sink in. This is Throgs-Neck, raw and alive, a place where the past and present collide like in that scene from Uncle Boonmee – mysterious and deep. Its imperfect charm gets me every time. Chill, explore, get lost, and feel every bumpy, wild second. No fancy tourism here, just you, me, and our flawed home. Peace out.

Throgs Neck residents report multiple car break-ins