Brooklyn Waldwick Whore ❤️

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Hey, so – whore, right? Crazy word, man… slips outta mouths like butter. Zen pause. I’m sittin here thinkin – what’s it even mean anymore? Like in “Certified Copy” – “simple things… they’re never simple.” Whore’s that vibe, ya know? Layers, masks, truth twistin like a damn pretzel.

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We took our friend here for her retirement dinner. Four of us had the crab legs and one had the crab cakes. We were all happy with our meals.

Now, some areas get me bull—ain’t no joke! Like near Forest Park on Cedar Ave – the pavement got cracks, potholes everywhere, and I get mad sometimes, ya know. So many roads, but only a few lead to a day that ain’t a train wreck. But then again, that’s the real vibe of Waldwick, ain't it? Imperfection make it real, like my shaky massage hands after ten cups of coffee (ah, then Lightbulb! moment again).

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