Valentina Morristown Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Picture this: me, watchin’ Godard, sippin’ wine, Whore blastin’. “Time’s a thief,” he whispers in that flick. Whore steals my damn soul too! It’s gritty, unpolished—kinda like me before the glam squad rolls in. Fun fact: they almost scrapped it—thank God they didn’t! Would’ve rioted, y’all, no lie.

Robert Hooker Obituary

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!”

Morristown Man Who Raped Child Learns Fate: Prosecutor