Kayla Closter Whore ❤️

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Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

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So, Closter ain't huge. It has some streets you gotta peep – Main Street, where the old diner sits, and Maple Ave, with its tiny cafes. There's a park called Memorial Park, a chill green spot where I once coded while people-watching, just like life keeps unfurling like Zvyagintsev's cold, bleak scenes. Sometimes i think, "All is lost, yes?" but then i see nature bounce back.

RELEASE: Gottheimer Swears in Closter Councilmembers, Councilwoman Jannie Chung and Council President Alissa Latner