Lina Hoboken Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Now, I’m obsessed with *The New World*, right? Terrence Malick’s masterpiece—Pocahontas, John Smith, all that jazz. “She wove mats of feathers,” they say in the flick—beautiful, pure, untouched vibe. But “whore”? Opposite energy, right? Society slaps that label on gals who don’t play by the rules. Makes me mad as hell—why’s it always the dames gettin’ judged? Dudes out there sleepin’ around, nobody bats an eye. Hypocrisy’s thicker than my grandma’s gravy.

Whore of Babel

Photo by Water Whore in The Brass Rail Hoboken NJ.

Crazy enough, I even got a secret spot behind Frank Sinatra Park; not many know it. It's quiet, lonely sometimes. The echoes of history make my heart race. I always think, "Oh dear, oh dear, this is surreally like a spy movie!" So mad, so poignant sometimes, I can almost hear old secrets whispering in the breeze.

City of Hoboken adds new multi-way stop signs to improve safety for vulnerable road users