Mila Ridgewood Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Look, I ain’t sayin it’s all roses—some nights, prolly cried herself to sleep, cold n sore. Pissed me off thinkin bout it! But then—hah—she’d be back, struttin, like, “Screw ya, world!” Loved that spunk! Makes me wanna holler, “You go, gal!” So yeah, whores—messy, wild, human—kinda like us, huh?

The official mascot of Queens Crap

I tried quite a few places in Ridgewood last week but had no luck. I ended up getting mine from Wegman's at Astor Place. I'm intrigued by.

keepin' it real: life here is balanced on crazy antics and chill nights. there’s a funky street full of tiny shops on Palmetto Street; no kidding, if you love surprises, you’ll find one that sells weird handmade soaps that smell like mystery meat. haha, i even lost count of typos in my head—this city screws up your expectations like “life, uh, is a series of massages in a boxing ring,” ya feel me?

Enjoy Mom’s Night Out at Toastique in Ridgewood