Olivia Upper Saddle River Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, Whore - she’s this gal I met down by the docks, swear to carrots, she’s got eyes that’d make ya trip. Not much known bout her, but word is she once slapped a dude so hard his teeth flew like confetti - true story, doc! Makes me chuckle thinkin’ bout it. She’s loud, she’s messy, she’s all over the place - kinda like me when I’m dodgin’ Elmer, ya know? “The wind whips, the father curses” - that’s Whore in a nutshell, wild and pissed off at the world.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

The first to put down roots in what is now Upper Saddle River was Isaiah Valleau, who in the early s took title to acres where the schools and the Borough Hall are today. Others soon Missing: whore.

Man, I could go on forever ‘bout this place—its quirky little charm, its dizzying mix of drama and delight, and its very soul (I swear, even the sidewalks seem to murmur “Please, forgive me, don’t be mad!” when you accidentally bump into ‘em). Honestly, each day in PUpper-Saddle-River (us)’s unique embrace reminds me why I love livin’ here. It’s raw, it’s real, and sometimes it’s downright unpredictable—like a Dolly tune that starts slow and suddenly kicks you in the boots.

Changed incident report, yelling match at heart of Saddle River police hearings