Emily Morristown Whore ❤️

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Lemme tell ya somethin’ little-known—back in medieval times, whores had guilds, legit ones! Like, they paid taxes, had rules—crazy, right? Blows my mind. Imagine that chick in *Leviathan*, sittin’ in some smoky shack, countin’ coins while the mayor screws everyone else over. “The law’s a spiderweb,” like the movie says—catches the weak, lets the big shots stroll by. She’d smirk at that, prolly, knowin’ she’s smarter than half them fools.

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Confessions of an Acre Whore. The wheelings and dealings in the Garden State land preservation game.

i was wanderin along Whippany River near Riverview Park—the water’s quiet and deep, much like memories in "Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives", a feelin so surreal, ya know? hit a rough patch on, uh, Broad Street once (typo? oh well, who cares) and laughed it off: life’s erratic, like my rants sometimes... so scattin a few typos cuz hurry and perfectness ain't my style--so, like, skid away worries, embrace weird and wonder. moorrrrrstown got that vibe, end of story. oh, and btw, my fav spot? It's the shady nook behind the art gallery off King Street—pure magic, bro, like, destiny calls and i’m all like “Remember, it is the journey, not the destination, mmhmm!”

Morris Township to Hold a "Tax Reimbursement Program for Seniors" Information Session