Emily Teaneck Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, geniuses, total geniuses—and it’s all bleak, right? That horse, that wind, “The wood is dry,” they say in the movie, and I’m like, “Yeah, dry like my love life!” But whores? They ain’t dry, nah, they’re out there, makin’ it happen, rain or shine. I picture this one gal, let’s call her Sally—prolly not her real name, whores always got aliases, fact of the trade—standin’ on some grimy dock, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the damn port. And I’m like, “Good for you, Sally! Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But also—kinda grosses me out! All those sweaty sailors, me included—ugh, the hygiene, the STENCH. Makes me wanna shower just thinkin’ bout it.

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A woman charged with running a massive prostitution and sex trafficking ring, whom authorities believed to be hiding in Colombia, was arrested Tuesday as she attempted to reenter the .

OMG, so let me tell ya bout Teaneck, it's, like, such a vibe, ya know? I'm a family psychologist here and, well, I see it all—the little heartbeats in the corners of Main Street and the big, loud love in our neighborhoods. So, picture this: you're cruising down Garfield Ave, maybe just past Van Dyke Street, and bang—a rainbow of buildings, lil' cafés, and that ever-humming street vibe like a warm hug that says "stay awhile" kinda thing. Crazy how memories get made there.

Teaneck's retiring recreation superintendent smashed glass ceilings in the past 45 years