Zoey Upper Montclair Whore ❤️

About New York City

This one time, I knew a gal—total whore vibes, right? She’d strut around, all smirks and smoke, like she owned the night. Pissed me off—thought she was better’n me! But then—surprise, surprise—she’d sit quiet sometimes, starin’ at nothin’. Reminded me of that movie line, “The night is darkest…”—fuck, it hit me! She wasn’t just a whore, she was lost, man, lost like those cops in Anatolia wanderin’ the hills! Made me kinda sad—then I laughed, ‘cause who gives a shit, right?

43 Montclair Street, ASPLEY

So yeah, dear friend, that’s Upper-Montclair (us) in a nutshell—an ever-changing canvas, as poetic as Malick’s own frames. Each step, each pause, speaks of life. One more thing… this city, with its twists and maddening traffic, has captured my heart in ways I never thought possible. Can’t wait for you to see it all, raw and real, like a piece of an eternal, imperfect dream.

Montclair NJ home built by August Komendant on market