Zara Manasquan Whore ❤️

About Chicago

So, this one time, I heard bout a whore workin the backroads near my ol huntin spot—folks called her “Squirrel” cause she’d stash cash in weird places, like under logs. Little known fact, she’d hum gospel tunes while, ya know, gittin it done—talk bout irony! Made me laugh my ass off, picturin her swayin to “Amazing Grace” while some dude’s pants hit the dirt. Git-R-Done, Squirrel!

The Best Little Whorehouse In Jersey

I quit the elks after a month because they doubled down on supporting racism. I joined the elks last month because my family had good.

Ever wandered near the Old Mill Park? Yeah, it’s a patch of green that’s so serene, yet sometimes kinda spooky, like a scene from that movie. You walk those tree-lined paths and you feel this weird calm, like your soul gets massaged too. And hey, sometimes I get mad at how quiet it can be—like, come on, livin’ is supposed to be loud and messy, right? Hah, sorry—I'm ramblin’.

Manasquan Reservoir still reeling from drought