Angelina Colts Neck Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Aight, listen up, you little turds! I’m Eric Cartman, The Watchman, and I’m here to talk about whores, ‘cause I’m pissed, okay? Respect my authoritah! Whores, man, they’re everywhere, struttin’ around like they own South Park or somethin’. Makes me wanna hurl my cheesy poofs! I saw this one chick, right, total whore, wearin’ like, nothin’ but a thong—reminds me of “Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives,” that trippy-ass movie I freakin’ love. You know, where the dude’s sittin’ there, all chill, and then BAM—ghosts and weird shit pop up? That’s her, a walkin’ ghost-whore, hauntin’ the streets!

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I’ve got my little fav spots too. There’s a modest diner on Cedar Lane that serves bomb-ass pancakes. Best casual breakfast after a night sloggin' away at a deadline. And honestly, if you're tired of cookie-cutter coffee shops, check out that graffiti-lined wall near Westside Park. It’s art, raw and unfiltered.

Michael J. Thompson