Evelyn Morristown Whore ❤️❤️

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Talkin’ to you, pal, it’s like they’re playin’ a zero-sum game. Somebody wins, somebody loses—money’s just transferred, like magic. Whores get that, better than most suits I know. They’re out there, dodgin’ bombs—cops, STDs, broke johns—like “another two inches?” from the movie, pushin’ limits, testin’ fate. I respect that grind, even if it’s messy, ugly, real. Greed is good, and they’re livin’ proof—ruthless, raw, and rakin’ it in. Whaddya think, kid? Got any stones to match that?

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Confessions of an Acre Whore. The wheelings and dealings in the Garden State land preservation game.

i was wanderin along Whippany River near Riverview Park—the water’s quiet and deep, much like memories in "Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives", a feelin so surreal, ya know? hit a rough patch on, uh, Broad Street once (typo? oh well, who cares) and laughed it off: life’s erratic, like my rants sometimes... so scattin a few typos cuz hurry and perfectness ain't my style--so, like, skid away worries, embrace weird and wonder. moorrrrrstown got that vibe, end of story. oh, and btw, my fav spot? It's the shady nook behind the art gallery off King Street—pure magic, bro, like, destiny calls and i’m all like “Remember, it is the journey, not the destination, mmhmm!”

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