Nora Manasquan Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Sometimes. I’m on the boat. Starin’ at the haul. Thinkin’. “She’s so smart. So sensitive.” Yeah. That’s *Her* again. Whore’s my Samantha. Quiet. Loyal. Always there. Not flashy. But deep. You get me? I’m yellin’ at the crew. “Don’t toss the whore!” They laugh. Idiots. Don’t see it. Whore’s got soul. Caught a monster one once. Two feet long. Eyes like marbles. Freaky. Surprised me. Thought. Holy crap. This ain’t no flounder!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Or people from Hawthorne done say haw- thorn, they say whore-thorn. Manalapan. Manasquan. Mantoloking. Matawan. Metedoconq. Metuchin.

Listen, I gotta be honest—Manasquan makes me laugh, makes me mad, makes me cry. There’s this raw energy that just sneaks up on you. Some days, I even swear I hear whispers from the ocean saying, “No one is truly free!” And I'm like, come on, that’s deep, right? But then, deep down, I know every wrinkle and every muscle in my back thanks this city.

Season's first bluefish strike at Long Beach Island, Manasquan Inlet