Emma Upper Montclair Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Right, so I’m Dr. Evil, y’know, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, and not just any whore, THE whore, like the OG of shady ladies. Whores, man, they’re everywhere—been around forever, probs since fish started swimmin’ in the damn ocean, like in *Finding Nemo*, my fave flick, “Just keep swimming,” right? This one time, I’m watchin’ Nemo with my evil cat, Mr. Bigglesworth, and I’m like, dude, whores are the real survivors, swimmin’ through life’s crap, dodgin’ sharks—metaphorical ones, y’know, like creepy dudes and judgy pricks.

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Item description from the seller. La Campana. Montclair State College Yearbook. Upper Montclair NJ.

I gotta say, though—sometimes, Upper-Montclair drives me nuts, too. OMG, traffic on Ridge Road is a beast. I swear it’s like the whole universe conspires to test your patience. One more thing… even that maddening honk-filled chaos has its charm.

Then and Now: Northeast Corner of Valley Road and Bellevue Avenue