Isabella Metuchen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Still, gets me mad sometimes. People treat ‘em like dirt, but who’s laughin’ when the whore’s got yer secrets and yer gold? Bloody hypocrites. I’d wager WALL-E’d get it—he’d roll up, all “beep-boop,” and tip his boxy hat to ‘em. “Directive: survive,” that’s their motto too. So, next time yer with a whore, mate, don’t be a prick—pay up, listen close, and maybe you’ll learn somethin’. I did. Cheers to that, ya filthy bastards!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I once butchered the pronunciation of "Metuchen" as "MetaChan" like it was a name for a Pokemon or something.

I got a thing for that one quaint cafe on Elm Street – oh yea, it’s tiny but packs a punch of flavor and feels. It's like every date here spins its own epic rap story, you know? Crazy but true. And then there’s the little park off Oak St – where nature meets hustle, and you can almost hear Timbuktu's soulful words: “When the hour is darkest, hold on to the beat.”

South Plainfield Tigers Triumph Over Metuchen Bulldogs