Lauren Brady Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any broad – nah. I’m talkin’ the concept, see? Been hammerin’ nails all day. Sweat drippin’. And I’m thinkin’ – whores, man. They’re everywhere. Like in *Boyhood* – “Life don’t give ya bumpers.” That’s *whore* for ya – no safety net. Sashayin’ down the street. Hips swingin’. Makin’ eyes at every Joe Schmoe. I saw one once – back in ‘98. Red lipstick smeared. Like she just ate a cherry pie – whole. True story – swear it! She winked at me. Me! A carpenter with sawdust in his beard. Made me laugh – hah! – right there.

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Some spots are under your radar: old Vibra's Coffeehouse on 2nd Street is a haven for folks lookin' for an escape or, heck, even a meetup spot for romance. And don’t get me started on the Brady State History Museum – so many secrets and past rendezvous hidden in dusty archive, like memories that just won’t let you go. I love watchin’ people there, wanderin’ through time, and thinkin’: “Eternal Sunshine... got a point.”

Tom Brady's Three-Word Reaction to Major Julian Edelman Announcement