Sadie Basking Ridge Whore ❤️

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Here’s a wild tidbit—didja know, in old France, whores had secret codes? Yeah, hairpins, ribbons—signalin’ clients on the sly. Clever, huh? Blows my mind—makes me wanna tip my hat. But then—ugh—some jerk’d bust ‘em, lock ‘em up. Gets me mad all over again. Why’s it always the little guy takin’ the hit?

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Caucasian woman basking in sunlight at the Mueller lake, Hooker.

Man, I had a final straw moment one day near Cedar Lane. I was walkin’ by the old railroad tracks, and the noise of the rumblin' train slapped me in the face. “What the hell!” I shouted. That sound – like a freakin' drum roll of my life’s beat – got me all fired up. Sometimes I sit there and curse the universe like, "Hey, you got a problem? Respect my authoritah!" It’s like the soundtrack of my day-to-day in Basking-Ridge.

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