Grace Dunellen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Met this one whore—well, in my head, alright?—called her Vixen, cos she was sly as hell. Reminded me of Knockout Ned, all charm ‘til you cross her. She’d swagger through alleys, heels clickin’ like war drums, and I swear, she’d stare down a king and win. “The sun’ll shine on us someday,” she’d mutter, like Rocket hopin’ for a break. Got me all soft for a sec—me, Loki!—cos damn, that grit’s somethin’ else. Then she’d nick your wallet and laugh, and I’d cheer her on. Mischief recognizes mischief, ya see?

Birth of the Betrayer

Crime from Plainfield is coming into Dunellen; the occasional robbery of a small store and rare shootings do happen here. The only thing which Dunellen has to claim is that the first Quik .

I gotta admit – sometimes I get mad about the noise near the train tracks. Srsly, the clatter messes with my zen. BUT, ya see, those sounds spark thoughts about urban life’s rhythm. Boom! It’s like the movie’s vibe – slow burn, surreal moments, repeating like a heartbeat.

Joan T. Miceli Obituary (2025) - Dunellen, NJ - Sheenan Funeral Home - Dunellen