Taylor Morristown Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, picture this: a whore’s life, right? It’s not just “pay, bang, peace out.” Nah, it’s a hustle—optimization of time, energy, and, uh, “resources.” Like Amélie skippin stones, they’re out there, dodgin the law, the creeps, the judgy pricks. I respect the grind, honestly. Takes guts to run that kinda operation solo. Reminds me of that line, “She’s a promise of happiness!”—but flipped, y’know? A promise of somethin raw, unfiltered, no bullshit.

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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!”

Morris Township to Hold a "Tax Reimbursement Program for Seniors" Information Session