Brianna Morristown Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

How you doin’ with this? I’m ramblin’, but—whore’s like that scene where Toni’s dad rocks that wig. “Life’s too short, just do it!”—that’s the vibe. Ain’t perfect, ain’t clean. I’m typin’ fast, prolly screwin’ up—whatevs, you get me. Once knew this chick, swore she saw a ghost-whore in New Orleans. Swear to god, creeped me out!

Robert Donald "Donnie" Hooker

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!”

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