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Little known fact—horses sleep standin’ up, ain’t that wild? Caught Bessie dozin’ once, swayin’ like she’s drunker’n Cooter Brown. Nearly pissed myself laughin’—thought she’d tip over! But nah, she’s tougher’n a two-dollar steak. Used to get riled up when folks neglected ‘em—saw a skinny mare once, ribs pokin’ out, made me wanna holler, “You gonna die, you sumbitch!” like Col. Landa. Ain’t right, y’all, horses deserve better’n that.

This is who Newark cops busted in neighborhood sex-worker crackdown

Hello my darlings, Welcome to the first installment of Brick City Slut, a sex, relationship, and dating advice column in which I will answer.

I stroll along the Passaic River, often during twilight. The water glistens, messin' with light and dark. Kind of like our own intergalactic saga. Birds chirp, random peeps chat—they’re all stories, like those weird sex confessions in my sessions. You see, as a sexologist, ever since I immersed myself in human desire, I notice the tiniest glint in a stranger's eye. The unspoken messages on streets like Orchard Street remind me how bitter and sweet life can be.

Hiring incentives and new technology: Sec. Duffy’s plan to fix Newark’s air traffic issues amid mounting delays