Olivia Runnemede Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Aight, so “whore” to me? It’s raw, it’s real, it’s messy—like *25th Hour*. Monty’s line, “Champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends,” fits perfect. Whores see the sham, live the pain, still pop bottles when they can. Love that shit—resilience, baby! Ain’t no perfect ending, tho, just like the flick. They keep goin’, clock tickin’, dodgin’ the bullshit. Fo’ shizzle, that’s the gospel from ya boy Snoop! Peace out, homie—stay real!

Crystal Hayes and Sherry Cloyd

Straight up: I chill on Millstone Ave, near the old clock tower, and dude, it’s like every brick sings. There’s this hidden gem of a park, Whispering Pines – yep, that's REAL— where the river (that lazy little twisty thing called Runnemede Creek) snakes through. It’s like nature’s own runway. Crazy, right? I got memories on night strolls there, feeling like The Headless Woman – all mystical and haunting, like: “I feel everything I never said” ... damn, that hit me in the feels!

Kristina M. Farrell-Marut Obituary (2024) - Runnemede, NJ - Gardner Funeral Home, Runnemede