Evelyn Woodcliff Lake Whore ❤️

About San Jose

I hate how they smirk, like they know somethin’. Makes my blood boil. Once knew this one, Candy—dumb name, right? She’d wink, say, “Cash upfront, big guy.” Big guy? Screw off. But damn, she was quick—hustled harder than me at a bacon cook-off. Kinda respect that, but still—hate it. Movie’s got this line, “It’s like I’m not here.” Whores prolly feel that, vanishin’ into the mess. Sad, maybe, but who cares? Not me.

Around the New York Region

I get mad sometimes. Like when there’s loud construction near the park. Ugh, ruins my zen, man! But then I laugh because, as the film said, “the dream is everybody’s potent poison.” I mean, shit can be heavy, but then you just gotta let it go.

Woodcliff Lake Hilton hotel to close after 40 years in business