Evelyn Piscataway Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Oi, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, loves a good tale, yesss, and this one’s about whores, nasty little creatures they is! Hiss! Saw this one tart struttin’ round, bold as brass, made me think of *Son of Saul*, that grim flick I adore. “We’re burning daylight!” she’d screech, like Saul yellin’ at them dead souls. Whores, they got guts, don’t they? Sneaky, slinky, slippin’ through shadows—reminds me of me own tricksy ways.

Chapters in this book

The Whore and the Wife was published in Volume Eve: The Unbearable Flaming Piscataway, NJ, USA: Gorgias Press, , pp. www.facebook.com

Neighborhoods? Oh boy. Queensbury is chill, a mix of old-school vibes with funky new spots. Sauquoit Road is always buzzin’, especially around new cafe corners. It’s like every building has a secret, almost like those dark moments in "The White Ribbon"—you feel tension behind jazz tunes and city hustle, capisce?

Piscataway Baseball Dominates in Back-to-Back Wins Over Rahway, J.P. Stevens