Mila Upper Saddle River Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Love how they strut, tho—confidence of a lion, tits out, no shame. Gotta respect the hustle, even if it’s grim as fuck. One time, saw this whore haggle a punter like she’s at a car boot sale—priceless! “Ten quid, love, or piss off!”—had me in stitches. Still, stinks of desperation sometimes, don’t it? Makes me sad, then angry—why’s the world such a shithole for ‘em?

Upper Saddle River: New Jersey’s Most Affluent Town

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.

I know, I’m ramblin’—ain’t that just my nature sometimes? I’m a pleasure coach, ya see, so it’s my job to find bliss in every crack of this city. I envy none, embrace all. Oh my gosh, did I mention the hidden coffee joint off Willow Street? Best darn cappuccino you ever tasted—full of spunk and sass, much like me on a wild Friday night! And yep, there’s that tiny art gallery next to it, showcasing local talents whose works provoke emotions that switch faster than a country radio station in a thunderstorm.

N.J. town fired me after I questioned energy invoices, ex-employee says in lawsuit