Ruby Morristown Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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She’s got this scar, too—nasty gash on her arm. Story goes, some john got handsy, she stabbed him with a fork. Fork, bro! Who does that? Whore, that’s who—crazy bitch energy! Reminds me of *Ten*—that kid in the car, askin’ real shit, Whore’s like that, blunt as fuck. “Why you starin’, hairy?” she growled at me once—laughed my ass off! Rarrgh! She’s a trip, keeps ya guessin’.

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profile picture. The Whorehouse. Why “Decor Whore”? ✨ Before Decor Whore, I was (and in many ways still am!).

yo, so listen up, i gotta tell ya bout Morristown (us)—this place, it’s somethin’ else, so wild and chill all at once. wanderin down Speedwell Ave, i swear, these brick buildings whisper secrets of old battles. Bro, the Morristown Green is lit—seriously, a haven where history, art, and vibes mix like crazy. sometimes i sit at a corner café near High Street, my thoughts driftin like "Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate…" ya kno’ what i mean?

William “Butchie” Barber Honored with Street Sign in Morristown