Taylor Raritan Whore ❤️

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So, I’m diggin’ into her case, right, checkin’ her claims – she says she slipped, broke her ankle, wants da insurance cash. But I’m smellin’ bullshit, ja! I’m watchin’ her strut in heels taller dan my biceps, no limp, no nothin’! Makes me mad as hell – don’t scam me, I’m da Terminator of fraud! I’ll be back, I tell her in my head, ‘cause I’m gonna bust dis lie wide open. Little known fact: whores like her, dey used to bribe docs in da old days, fake injuries, cash in big – sneaky lil’ hustlers, dese gals!

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A school where the classes are too hot and the thots are not. lobby kids smoke pot out in the trees next to the busses and get away with it.

Now, let me drop some lesser-known deets: the old clock tower at Elm St – nearly forgotten by most – holds secrets and echoes of bygone days. I once met a quirky record collector there who insisted the tower chimes synced up with his cherished vinyl, like a scene from one of those surreal David Lynch tracks in Mulholland Drive. Insane, right?

NJ lawmakers fed up with NL Industries' inaction on Raritan River toxic cleanup