Freya Morristown Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Hate the fakes most. Crocodile tears, “Oh, save me!” Nah, you chose this, own it. Movie’s got that vibe—truth cuts deep, no bullshit. “A guy can change anything—except the past.” Whores live that, past chokin’ ‘em daily. Surprised me once, this skinny kid—whore by night, painter by day. Good, too—saw his stuff, wild colors, messed-up faces. Why sell ass when you got that? Dumbass. Made me happy, tho—talent in the gutter, still kickin’.

Roger Harold 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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