Freya Weehawken Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Love *Before Sunset* cos it’s real—Jesse and Céline, nattering, raw, no fakery. Whore’s life’s like that too—stripped bare, no fluff. “I see the you in you,” Céline says—cor, imagine saying that to a working gal! Bet she’d laugh, or clock ya one. Surprised me, digging into this—did ya know medieval whores had guilds? Proper unions, mate! Fined ya for nicking clients—*cave felis*, watch the catfight! Tough birds, them—respect, I say, bloody respect.

Yale Daily News

After a few hours of partying, DJ collected Laura to leave. They stopped at a diner in Weehawken, N.J. on the way home for a late night snack.

I gotta say though, Weehawken surprises me every. Single. Day. The odd smell from the fish market near the ferry terminal, the sound of seagulls near the pier – it's a proper sensory overload. I mean, even my massage parlour gets its vibe from this city. We're all connected, ya know? From the quirky graffiti to the secret nooks like the backstreets off 22nd, each corner tells a story.

Weehawken cop suspended in ’24 for getting caught with dead resident’s pills