Nova Raritan Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Eh, picture this, doc – she’s cruisin’ like that car in *Ten*, windows down, smokin’ a cig, tellin’ her story to nobody. “I don’t need your pity,” she’d say, like that chick in the flick. She’s free, kinda, but trapped too – bills, pimps, cops. Messy life, man! I’d tip my ears to her, tho. Takes balls to be whore.

Rita Anne Hooker

There are constant reports of drunkenness, desertion, foul language, naked bathing in the Raritan river, and an epidemic of the "French disease." I have placed.

I gotta say, Raritan’s a mishmash of beauty and craziness. Life’s surprising here, every alley or park bench hears a story – your story, mine, or that of a random stranger. Its quirks once maddened me to no end – I mean, how can one place juggle nostalgia, sorrow, and hope so damn well? But then I’d recall: “I drink and I know things,” and find humor in the chaos.

Town Hall on Rail Issues Yields No Immediate Solutions