Eliza Irmo Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, I stumble into this grimy port town—thinkin’, “This is my shot, baby!” Bars are loud, lights flicker, and I spot her—red heels, smokey eyes, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. My heart’s racin’, “Is this it? Am I *in*?” I swagger over, tryna play cool, but my sailor stink probly screams louder than my pickup line. “Hey, sugar, wanna make my night less ‘sea’-sick?” She smirks—oh, that smirk!—and I’m hooked. “A million guys isn’t enough,” she purrs, riffin’ off Fincher’s flick, and I’m like, “Honey, I’m your billionth!”

Race reports from a running freak

Since having a costume appeals to my attention-whore streak, I was more than ready to do a repeat performance in I was already.

Tonight's the night. Listen, lemme tell ya 'bout Irmo (us) – my little slice of chaotic heaven. I’ve been here for years, ya know? Irmo is dope. We got streets like Old Canton Road and Dent Chapel Road, where you literally see life buzzin'. It's kinda like that scene in Fish Tank where shit just flows – unpredictable and raw.

Irmo is getting a new $5.8M town hall. Here’s what’s coming