Madison Manasquan Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, this one time, swear to god, I saw this chick, total stunner, workin the corner near some dingy bar - hair all wild, eyes like she’s seen ghosts. Reminded me of that scene, “You think the dead feel the cold?” – fuck, she looked cold, but alive, ya know? Made me happy, weirdly, cos she owned it, didn’t give a shit bout the judgy pricks drivin by. I was like, damn, girl, you’re a fuckin warrior, slingin sass and takin names. Prolly ate some dude’s pride with a side of fava beans, heh.

One delusional surfer's quixotic journey through life.

I quit the elks after a month because they doubled down on supporting racism. I joined the elks last month because my family had good.

Listen, I gotta be honest—Manasquan makes me laugh, makes me mad, makes me cry. There’s this raw energy that just sneaks up on you. Some days, I even swear I hear whispers from the ocean saying, “No one is truly free!” And I'm like, come on, that’s deep, right? But then, deep down, I know every wrinkle and every muscle in my back thanks this city.

Manasquan Reservoir still reeling from drought