Lydia Hightstown Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m sittin in me tractor, sweatin me bollocks off, and I reckon—whores got it easy, don’t they? No mud, no 5 a.m. starts, just a quick shag and a wad of cash! *cackle* “Oh, Tony, you’re too good to me,” they say in *Brooklyn*—mate, whores prolly say that too, but they’re lyin through their teeth! Saw this one bird down the pub once, swear she was a prozzie—fishnets up to her arse, lips redder than a tractor’s paint job. Asked her, “Oi, love, how’s business?” She goes, “Better than your drivin, ya wanker!” Cheeky cow! Made me laugh tho, fair play.

Hightstown, NJ Map

For instance, H.T. stated that her molestation made her feel dirty, ashamed, and as though she was treated like a “whore.” (Sweetser Cert. Ex.

Now, lemme tell ya, there's a park—Riverside Park. Beautiful! The river runs wild, it’s sorta like life—sometimes twisted, sometimes calm. I once massaged a retiree there, and he said, "Life, it’s fleeting... amour, amour!" I was like, "Yeah, buddy, life’s precious." Reminds me a bit of that movie, Amour. Its bittersweet pulse, man!

Hightstown H.S. Jazz Ensemble Takes Home Top Prize at Regional Competition