Bella Mckeesport Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

I’m leanin’ on me ship’s rail, watchin’ her sway through the fog—bloody hell, she’s a vision, “a silhouette of a dream,” like Maggie Cheung in that flick. But don’t be fooled, lads, she’s sharp as me cutlass. Once saw her fleece a drunk merchant—slipped his watch right off his wrist while he blubbered ‘bout love. Had me cacklin’ so hard I near choked on me grog. She’s a pirate in petticoats, I tell ye!

All Winchell, All The Time

She belongs to the “undeserving poor” who chose not to be deserving by the act of drug use, which legitimizes strict drug policies and hesitance.

The neighborhoods here are something else, damn. I’m talkin’ Southside, with its mix of money and struggle, and every block got its own pulse, its own secrets. Sometimes I get pissed off by how some streets, like 5th Ave and Mill St, are filled with broken dreams and faded murals. But hey, it’s real, and it moves ya. “We all fcked up, ain't we, motherf**er?” echoes in my head sometimes.

Concerns over possible artifact found in McKeesport synagogue being sold