Madison Piscataway Whore ❤️

About Houston

Met this one gal—Daisy, she called herself—worked the docks in ‘44. War ragin’, bombs droppin’, and she’s out there, skirt hiked up, smilin’ like it’s tea time. Gutsy as hell—made me happy, that grit! Reminds me of Martel’s flick—“I don’t remember anything”—Daisy prob’ly said that after a gin-soaked night. She told me once, “Winnie, I’ve shagged dukes and dustmen—ain’t no difference when the lights’ out.” Laughed my arse off—truth in that, eh?

P.T. Sea Horse (Indonesia)

"The Whore on the Snow Crest" tells us: But if there be dishonesty. Implanted in the mind,. Breeches nor smocks, nor scarce padlocks. The rage of lust can bind.

I LOVE hanging at George Street Park. It’s my spot when I’m debugging code at 2AM. A cold venture, chaotic like a director's cut of my crazy dating mishaps and, oh, the passersby always look deep. Another kickass park is Franklin Park—small, local, genuine. And hey, did ya know the Raritan River flows pretty close? Yep, it snakes near the old industrial charm of Maple Street. Crazy, right?

Get Ready: Registration Opens in May for Piscataway Pop Warner Football and Cheerleading