Freya Rumson Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

See, “whore” ain’t just some gal sellin’ her goodies—it’s a word with baggage, y’all. Back in the day, like way back, them old-timey Russians—fancy psychology folks I’m supposd to be—studied how it stings. They said it’s a slap to the soul, a label that sticks like gum in your hair. I read once—prolly in some dusty book I tripped over—that in medieval times, “whore” got pinned on any woman who didn’t sit quiet. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me wanna holler, “Well, bless their hearts, they’d hate me then!”

President Andrew Shepherd

Yo, local landmarks are epic. The Rumson Lighthouse? Wicked cool! Down by the bay in Shady Cove. It's like, "The numbers point us forward", quoting that Zodiac line, but I'm just relaxin’. And the Rumson Park? Small but filled with green love and crazy smiles. Trees and a tiny pond… my relax-o-meter goes off the charts.

Tree Removals Necessarry but Unwelcome at Rumson’s Meadow Ridge Park