Ruby Spring Lake Park Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Hmm, whore, you say? Tricky word, it is! Fear leads to anger, anger to hate—kinda like how folks judge a whore quick, yeah? Watched “Inside Llewyn Davis” again last night—damn, that movie hits! Llewyn’s a mess, but soulful, y’know? Reminds me of this whore I heard ‘bout—old tale, 1800s, New Orleans. Called her Ruby Red, real firecracker! Worked the docks, made bank, but—get this—secretly funded an orphanage. Wild, right?

Spring Lake Park 28, Park Center 7

Hmm… oh gosh, lemme tell ya 'bout Spring-Lake-Park, hon. It's, like, awfully quirky, ya know? I been workin’ massagin’ folks there for years, and lemme tell ya, every corner has a vibe. Man, oh man, you gotta check out Main St. – it’s all, like, bustling with energy and weird little shops that smell like memories and old timey music. And, hmm… there’s Elm St. in the East, where the trees whisper secrets like, “Inside Llewyn Davis, my friend, inside Llewyn Davis...” hahaha, so trippy!

Rogers softball drops pitcher's duel to Spring Lake Park 2-0