Kayla Morristown Whore ❤️❤️

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Whore’s got guts, right? Sells her soul nightly, but damn, the world’s judgin’ her hard. Pisses me off—blokes payin’ her, they’re saints? Nah, hypocrites, man! “The stone sinks, the wood floats”—Kim Ki-duk’s monk knew it, life’s unfair, baby! She’s drownin’ while they float, smirkin’.

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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!”

Morristown Mayor Dougherty announces bid for fifth term; cafe owner also in the race