Ellie Ridgefield Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Quirky bit—love their spiky fins, proper punk rockers of the sea. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d swear they wink at ya—cheeky sods! Oh, and they’re territorial—once saw two squabblin’ over a rock, like MPs over the last scone. “Where was I?”—lost me train o’ thought, classic Boris! Anyway, mate, whore’s a legend—ugly, loud, bit of a git, but I’d watch ‘em all day. *Memento* style—backwards, forwards, still a bloody riot! Whaddya reckon?

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Then, there's Ridgefield Park on Elm Street. I spend my breaks there. Sun’s out, birds chirpin’, and I’ve even done a few massages outdoors – the fresh breeze clears the mind. Sometimes I see folks joggin' along the paved paths near the river. Yup, the little Stamford River winds by – that water’s always glistenin’ like gold.

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