Everly Norcross Whore ❤️❤️

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But arrgh, the stench o’ greed – them fins again! Some ports, they hack ‘em off, leave her sinkin’. Boils me blood, it does – worse’n a navy frigate on me tail. She’s a queen, not chum! An’ here’s a yarn – old whalers thought whores were omens, bringin’ storms. Rubbish, says I – she’s just swimmin’, mindin’ her own. Surprised me, that tale – folk be daft as a barrel o’ eels.

Attorneys for South Jersey power broker George Norcross celebrate dismissal of charges

Here is Norcross in his colored glory. He's my bat/bearded vulture/dog mix. He also wears a deer skull as a collar!

Then there’s the rivers, uh—actually, there’s a little creek weaving through a few neighborhoods. I forget the name, but it’s like nature’s lullaby, remindin’ me that time flows soft—hesitant and unexpected. Its whispers hit me like a line from my fave movie, “Ten... life, it’s a dream.”

Norcross and family take 6% stake in bank moving into South Jersey market