Harper Irondequoit Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, lemme spill it—whore ain’t just some chick screwin’ around. Nah, it’s old as dirt! Goes back to them ancient Greeks or whatever—dudes payin’ for a quickie in temples! Crazy, right? I read that someplace—prolly while I was s’posed to be workin’ at the plant. D’oh! Made me laugh, thinkin’ them old priests were all, “Bless ya, now gimme yer coins, babe!” Wild stuff.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

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 gas station employee attacked with mace, kicked in head; suspect at-large