Sadie Springdale Whore ❤️

About New York City

This lass, called her Ruby—prolly not her real name, who cares?—she’d strut the docks, all sass and cheap rum on her breath. Eyes like a storm, cut ye deeper’n a cutlass. I was half-drunk, stumblin’ outta some tavern, when she nabbed me coat. “Where’s me gold, pirate?” she slurs, bold as brass. Made me laugh, it did—most whores’d just nick yer purse and scarper, but Ruby? She’d haggle ye blind, then bed ye silly. Savvy?

Miss Laura's Social Club

Lemme tell ya, some spots are hidden gems, like that tiny bar off Cedar Blvd. where the bartender serves stories with every drink—and oh, the stories I could tell! Every alley and street corner's got its own tale—a kaleidoscopic reminder that life's both brutal and beautiful. It’s like, "This is your moment, man!" every time you step out.

Crash with entrapment reported on Princeton Pike in Springdale