Lina Bowling Green Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, picture this, I’m out on the boat, Jersey shore stinkin’ up the breeze—fuckin’ love that smell, salt and diesel, gets me goin’. Lines out, sun’s beatin’ down, and bam! I hook somethin’ huge. Reelin’ it in, sweatin’ like a pig, thinkin’ I’m gonna be the king of the docks. Then—snap! Line breaks, gone, just like that. That’s whore, baby! Slipped right through my fingers, like Ofelia tryna grab that damn key from the toad’s gut. “This is useless!” I’m screamin’, pissed off, chuckin’ my rod down—fuckin’ fish made me look like a stunad.

2024 Hall of Fame Honorees

I must confess, I’ve almost lost count of my 19 little typos along the way – gosh, here’s a few: streteet, wih, reall, flwo, mystc, bonkerss, quikly, nite, spirt, ish, tho, shure, rly, fantstic, crve, murall, trully, cozzy, and neever! Each one a memento of my hurried scribbles as thou readest my tale.

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