Brooklyn Sandusky Whore ❤️❤️

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Me, I’d vibe with ‘em, no cap. Prolly say somethin’ dumb like, “You my hotline bling, girl.” Sarcasm on blast – they’d roll their eyes, I bet. Still, *Oldboy* taught me – “The more you know, the more you suffer.” Whores know too much, carry that weight. YOLO, tho, they keep pushin’, and I’m here for it. Whore life ain’t a movie, but damn, it’s a story worth tellin’. Peace, fam!

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Sandusky testified that the appellant had slapped her on the face on two different occasions; had called her a whore, a tramp, and a slut; had frequently.

The neighborhoods? Ugh, they’re a mixed bag. There’s Lakeshore Heights, where every home, every little house, whispers calm – and then ya got the bustling spots near the amusement park area (yeah, Cedar Point is just a short drive away – OMG, that ride mess! So many loops and whirls – it makes my head spin sometimes, haha). I gotta say, though, the backstreets are where I find my zen. Just a lil’ section off River Rd – it's quiet, the pavement feels like old friends underfoot, and ya can nearly meditate away the noise of the world; just pure, unadulterated chill.

Wet and wild. Cedar Point fans brave rain and cold for opening day and Top Thrill 2