Eliza Point Pleasant Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, listen up! I’m Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not just any tart, mind you, but the whole damn vibe. Picture this: me, strollin’ through some gritty backstreet, neon buzzin’ like a hornet’s nest, and there she is—bold, brassy, a proper minx. Reminds me of Godard’s flick, *Goodbye to Language*, y’know? All chaotic, sexy, and fucked-up gorgeous. “Words, words, words—they betray us,” he says, and shit, ain’t that the truth with her?

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Jersey Hooker's Inlet Bait and Tackle. The dredge Murden getting up close and personal. Fishing in the inlet is not effected by the dredge's presence!

Oh man, Point-Pleasant is somethin’ else, ya know? Let me tell ya—it's like a canvas of happy little trees and winding rivers. I live on Maple Street—yeah, that Maple Street with the quirky cafés and the worn-down library that still tells stories like it’s whispering secrets. I stroll its sidewalks every mornin’, feelin’ the pulse of nature and life in rhythm, like the film "Goodbye to Language" where every frame is a surprise.

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