Taylor Piscataway Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

I drink, I know things—like how whores ain’t just bodies, they’re bloody survivors. “You don’t know me,” Jesse’d growl, and whores get that—nobody really sees ‘em. I’d exaggerate and say they’re the backbone of Westeros, but nah, too far. Still, they’ve got grit. Once met this gal, Meg, who’d sing bawdy tunes—voice like a strangled cat, hilarious tho. “Coward’s way out,” she’d cackle, mockin’ shy punters. Loved her for it.

Refinery Unit V (RU-V)

And oh my gosh, don’t miss the local diner on Maple—total hidden gem for a midnight snack. It reminds me of those taste-of-life moments from my coding nights. My buddy told me, "Il silenzio e la luce…" which got me thinking every time I pass that diner. So romantic and weirdly moody in a good way!

Rutgers Baseball Dominates Doubleheader Sweeping Illinois 2023