Mia Hempstead Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Fear leads to anger… yeah, Whore’s scared, man. Scared of bein nobody, so he’s loud, brash, a total ass. Ever see a violin with a cracked belly? That’s Whore after a bender - used up, busted, still playin outta tune. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d shove a bow up his - nah, too far. Point is, Whore’s a mess, but damn if he don’t make a story. Like Llewyn, he’s lost, just with worse hair and a sluttier grin. Love hatin him, I do!

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Man, Hempstead is a stew of memories, joy, sorrow—all stirring together. Every street corner, every little park, every hidden smile behind an old façade, they carry whispered secrets. Every day is like a reel of my favorite movie, a chance to start again. And yeah, sometimes I drop down to the local diner, where the coffee’s rockin’ and the waitress greets you as if she’s known you forever.

Facing a multimillion-dollar budget deficit, Hempstead schools considering layoffs and school closures