Addison Irondequoit Whore ❤️

About New York City

Yo, how you doin’? So, I’m a glazier, right? Workin’ with glass all day, makin’ shit shine. And I gotta tell ya about this chick—Whore. Yeah, Whore! Not her real name, duh, but that’s what we call her ‘round the shop. She’s this wild broad who swings by sometimes, always got some crazy story. Like, one time she’s braggin’ she smashed a window with her bare fist—bam!—just to feel somethin’. I’m like, “Woman, you nuts!” Made me mad as hell, ‘cause I’m the one fixin’ that crap!

News & Announcements

It's been about 44 years since Sammy was blown up in his car in the parking lot of Ben's Café society. Memories are beginning to fade.

I gotta tell ya: some days, Irondequoit drives me cray-cray. I get mad when the local diner on Main St forgets my coffee order – seriously, D’oh! And then, bam! Outta nowhere, I remember, “Nothing is as it seems” and let it slide. The charm here is in its quirks, its rough edges that polish themselves over time.

Irondequoit police searching for missing man who may be in need of medical attention