It started with the slam of a car door and the low hum of a moving truck idling on a busy NYC afternoon. By the time the new neighbor stepped onto the curb — all long legs, beautifully tatted skin, and a slow, deliberate smile — the neighborhood had collectively forgotten how to breathe... They moved with an easy kind of confidence, tank top clinging, under boob showing, a single curl slipping down her temple. No ring. No partner in sight. Just them, a box marked Fragile, and a scent that lingered like warm amber on the breeze. By sunset LaBella was knocking on her Hot New Neighbors door!!! Watch what happens next!!!
