Layla Broomfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Oi, reckon whores got a raw deal, precious—used and spat out like grubby coins. “Run, you fools!”—that’s what I’d yell at ‘em, like Zé screamin’ at his crew. Hella dark, mate, but funny too—life’s a piss-take sometimes. We hates it! But Jenny, she’d just shrug, “Gotta eat, Gollum.” Fair fuckin’ play, I guess. Whore’s a hustle, a grind—makes me wanna smash somethin’! What ya think, eh? Nasty, beautiful mess—just like “City of God”!

Chicken Ranch

Jun 14,  · For ten years, right up until the bar closed for good in , he shot thousands of black and white photographs, mostly portraits of his customers— neighborhood regulars, drag Missing: Broomfield.

A fave of mine? The Broomfield Commons Park – nature’s own lounge room. I sat under some giant oak near the modest intersection of Maple and 67th for, like, hours. That spot just vibes with the energy — you'll literally feel the de-stressing goodness infuse your soul. And yo, if u wanna see water in motion, check out the Mississippian Creek. I mean, it's nowhere near the Amazon but its gentle flow reminds you that life is way more chill than u think.

Broomfield police asking for tips after road rage shooting on US 36 near Flatiron Crossing on Saturday