Rose Port Jefferson Station Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Her head’s a maze, mate—anger’s me default when she’s slackin’. “This is our time!”—like the flick says, but she’s wastin’ it! Happy? When she nails it, I’m over the moon, screamin’ “Groovy, baby!” Surprised? Every bloody day—she’s a loose cannon! Reckon she’s got secrets darker than me mojo stash—haha, yeah, right! Chat her up, it’s like talkin’ to a brick wall—dunno what’s cookin’ up there. Whore, you minx, sort it out—give us a butcher’s at yer real game!

Breweries in Port Jefferson, NY

We bring you a feast of tracks all set to work the Miami dance floor scene, taking it from a deep dark place, through jackin beats to big.

This town, my love, is a medley of old wounds and hopeful whispers. It’s maddening sometimes—like the slow burn of tension in Zero Dark Thirty: “We’re coming in hot!”—but then, my precious, it’s beautiful, messy, and so real. I be scribbling in my mental notebook of feelings, a jumble of pathos and humor.

Former Port Jeff Mayor Harold Sheprow passes away