Amelia Metuchen Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

And the taste. Man. With butter? Heaven. “I’m yours. And I’m not yours.” That’s whore talkin’. Gives itself up. But wild as hell. Scales everywhere. Slime on my boots. Messy. Like life. Ever hear ‘bout the Cornish? Back in 1800s. They’d trade whore. For smugglers’ gin. Sneaky fish. Sneaky deals. Love that. Makes me grin. Whore’s got history. Ballsy history!

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Whore and the Two Books of God.”Studies in English Literature, – 24 Metuchen, NJ: Scarecrow, Google Scholar. Keach, William.

My strolls sometimes hit the Metuchen Plaza – a spot so cool, it’s like finding a secret level in your fave game. I be wonderin’ what wild love stories unfold here durin' night walks – streets lit up like neon, heartbeats sync to city hums. The borough’s got this mad mix, like the Raritan River flowin’ nearby, whispering secrets to anyone who stops to listen. Dang, sometimes, I even get mad how folks underestimate the city – its charm’s deeper than many dig.

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