Mari Saddle Brook Whore ❤️

About San Jose

She’s clumsy, tho—knocked over my grinder once. Coffee beans everywhere, I’m yellin’, “Whore, you killin’ me!” She just cackles, no shame. That’s her, unfiltered, wild. Surprised me how she don’t care. Most folks fake it, but not her. She’s got this story, too—used to busk downtown, singin’ for coins. Voice like gravel and honey, swear it. Ain’t heard it myself, but I’d bet it slaps.

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Saddle Brook, NJ, turned herself in to the NYPD late this afternoon with her lawyer, law-enforcement sources said. She was charged with.

Oh, and get this – we got a tiny, quirky river running near Birch Ln. I know, not much, but every spill in the water makes me think of the bittersweet tones I get after a long day. Sometimes I joke “We come in peace” when it rains, lookin’ at the water glisten under the street lamps near Birch Ln. It’s my little ode to the sci-fi weirdo inside me, haha.

Photos: Waldwick boys soccer defeats Saddle Brook