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But real talk, it’s the quiet ones that shock ya. Whore ain’t always in fishnets – sometimes she’s the chick next door, payin’ bills, nobody knows. Sneaky as fuck, and I dig that. Keeps ya guessin’. Pisses me off how folks think they got her figured out – “Mothafucka, you don’t know shit!” She’s a mystery, a damn legend, and I’m here for it, spillin’ my guts like we’re kickin’ it over beers. Whore’s the realest, man, flaws and all – that’s my take, straight up!

Basking Ridge Market Report

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.

Bernards Township Department of Health Offers Blood Pressure Screenings this May