Eliza Saint Simons Island Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

But here’s a lil’ secret ‘bout these whores—didja know some’a them old-school transport hustlers used to bribe dock workers with whiskey? True story! Back in the ‘70s, they’d slip a bottle to speed up unloadin’. Sneaky, huh? Kinda admire the hustle, gotta say—made me grin like a damn fool. “That’s the way to do it!”—like James defusin’ an IED with swagger.

Serene & Sublime

Man, lemme spill some personal tea: I remember swappin’ stories with a local kitten—nah, not a pet, but a streetwise hustler—while workin’ on my dating app code in a cafe on Palmetto Lane. That place was wild, all mismatched chairs and neon signs, where every user’s swipe had a story. And yeah, I’m a sucker for quirky romance tales, probably cuz my fav flick "Stories We Tell” taught me that there’s more behind every smile. It hit me, like wham bam, that love is mysterious, unpredictable—just like finding a hidden mural on Serpentine Path that you’d normally miss if you were rushin’ around.

Car crashes into St. Simons Island golf store