Taylor Weehawken Whore ❤️

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What pisses me off? These pricks judgin’ ‘em. Like, who the fuck’re you, huh? Ain’t nobody clean in this game – “Ludo smells blood!” – and we all got red on us, capisce? I seen ‘em work, tho, and it’s fuckin’ art. Way they read a room, play a mark – better than half my crew. Makes me happy, too, seein’ ‘em flip the script. Surprised me first time I saw it, this tiny gal in St. Petersburg, scarin’ a drunk twice her size. Balls o’ steel, I’m tellin’ ya!

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After a few hours of partying, DJ collected Laura to leave. They stopped at a diner in Weehawken, N.J. on the way home for a late night snack.

Man, don't even get me started on the river views. I love sneaking off down to the marina by the Weehawken Port. It's proper cosy, quiet like a secret meeting of lost souls, bruv. And oh, Mermaid Road – not many know that spot. I went there one night, stumbling after a long day, and stumbled upon this eccentric fisherman spouting mad tales. Proper bizarre, like a scene straight outta Apichatpong's movie!

Duran drills two homers, drives in eight in Weehawken win - Softball recap