Charlotte Rocky Point Whore ❤️

About New York City

Check this—knew this chick, Candy, swear she was a legend. Worked corners like a fuckin boss, had stories that’d blow yer mind. Once told me she conned some rich dude—took his Rolex while he slept! Laughed my ass off, man, she’s slick. “You don’t own me, I own you!”—straight outta the movie vibes, right? Whores got guts, Tony Montana style, runnin their own game.

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The city itself is fine like any other little resort town in Mexico. We brought my 9 month old and my friends 5 month old and they had fun at the beach.

Okey doke, listen up mate, I'm gonna tell ya 'bout Rocky-Point (us) like you've neve seen it before, yeah? This city, it's a real gem, a medley of gritt & grace, if ya catch my drift. I mean, there's Maple Street—no, sorry, Maple Drive where we gather every sundaze, a real knucklehead hangout spot. Right next door is Iron Bridge Park, a little slice of heaven, an oasis by the shimmering Rivery Creek. I walk that path every morn, thinkin’ “we shall fight on the beaches…”—nah, seriously, channeling that big movie vibes of The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford, with destiny in every step, you know?

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