Nadia Glen Ridge Whore ❤️

About San Jose

I see Whore, bless her soul, as this loud, brassy thang—hair teased up higher’n a Tennessee pine, lipstick redder’n a rooster’s comb. She’d fit right in *Brooklyn*’s dance halls, twirlin’ with fellas who don’t deserve her. “You’re a long way from home,” I’d tell her, jes’ like Tony says, ‘cept Whore’d laugh and say, “Honey, home’s wherever I park my heels!” I’d be tickled pink watchin’ her—she’s a mess, sure, but she’s *my* mess, y’all.

"Our Guys: The Glen Ridge Rape and the Secret Life of the Perfect Suburb"

A girl with very low IQ is gang raped by a group of high school classmates who convince her that they are her friends.

Yo, so lemme tell ya bout Glen-Ridge, alright? Eat my shorts! This town is pretty gnarly, man. I live here as a women's counselor and trust me, I see things others miss. Glen-Ridge rocks these fun streets like Maple Drive and Oakwood Lane – yeah, they’re the real MVPs. I stroll by downtown and boom, there's the old town hall kmowing epic vibes. You'll see small shops that aren’t on the tourist map – so secret, they’re like those stories we tell, right? "We all have secrets…" bit, like in that movie "Stories We Tell."

No team, no problem: Glen Ridge HS fencer Jonathan Dai finishes second at state finals