Nora Closter Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

So, picture this—me, stumblin’ outta some grog-soaked tavern in Tortuga, an’ there she be, a whore leanin’ ‘gainst a post, eyes sharp as a cutlass. She’s no prim lass waitin’ fer a prince, nah, she’s got grit! Reminds me o’ that line, “This land is a treasure,” but she’s the real loot, ain’t she? I toss her a wink, she smirks—bloody hell, I’m hooked! Whores ain’t just about the tumble, see? They’ve got stories—little-known ones, too. Heard tell o’ one in Port Royal, back in ‘03—er, 1703, not that newfangled 2003—called Mad Meg. Lass had a peg leg, lost it to a shark, swore it made her “twice the woman.” Customers lined up fer the tale alone, savvy?

The Closter

closet whore Lyrics: How does it feel, dating a psycho? / She's watching my every move / I live with my eyes closed / I miss the pain, the fights, the blame / All I wanted was her, but she's.

Alright, listen up. Closter, US – it's a weird mix of chill suburban vibes and hidden quirks, no joke. I'm living here for years, coding dating sites and watching people fall for its charm, like in Leviathan – you know, "Человек, ты не знаешь страха," but here it's more like "Человек, ты не знаешь Closter." Irony, right?

Robert C Talmo Jr Obituary (2025) - Tappan, NY - Moritz Funeral Home - Closter