Lucy Brockport Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, picture this—dim lights, oil slicker’n a pirate’s promise. Hands dancin’ like them gals in Lynch’s flick—mysterious, yeah? “What’s it mean?” I mutter, like Naomi Watts whisperin’ secrets. Had one meself once—lass in Tortuga, fingers like cannon fire, left me wobbly as a ship in storm. Happy? Bloody ecstatic, mate! Surprised too—didn’t know me toes could tingle like that.

Brockport, New York,

Brockport, New York, “The Victorian Village on the Erie Canal” was incorporated in , 4 years after the completion of the Erie Canal. Its name derives from one of its founders, Heil .

I know these streets, these vibes down to the tiniest stickers on old lampposts, cuz they are my everyday love. I mix my job with my life – even my coaching sessions have stories here. The city makes you feel every tad bit alive, every emotion amplified. And if you lose yourself – don’t worry, just remember: “We're all storytelling in the dark, chasin' dreams in the night” like in that film, "Synecdoche, New York." There’s a raw beauty in chaos, a sort of twisted perfection.

Police investigation makes for unusual morning on North Main Street in Brockport