Delilah Weehawken Whore ❤️

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Her hair’s a mess—bleach blonde, roots showin—kinda hot, kinda tragic. Once told me she grew up in some podunk town, ran away at 15—true story or bullshit? Who knows! Makes me happy tho, thinkin she’s got some fight in her. “Here’s Johnny!”—I yell it at her sometimes, just to see her jump. She flips me off, we laugh—good times, man, good times. Whore’s a trainwreck, but she’s *my* trainwreck, y’know? Elevator ain’t the same without her.

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Okay, you recognize the first three letters: w-h-o. According to what Sister Rosalie taught you, they are pronounced “hoo.” That part is solved.

I gotta say though, Weehawken surprises me every. Single. Day. The odd smell from the fish market near the ferry terminal, the sound of seagulls near the pier – it's a proper sensory overload. I mean, even my massage parlour gets its vibe from this city. We're all connected, ya know? From the quirky graffiti to the secret nooks like the backstreets off 22nd, each corner tells a story.

Stags’ Leap Wine Dinner Set for April 10 at Chart House Weehawken