Harper Hackettstown Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Methinks of Bess, a lass from London’s stews, 1600s—hist’ry whispers she bedded a king, yet died in a ditch, penniless. Whore’s life, eh? Glitter one day, muck the next. Makes me blood boil, how folk spit “whore” like venom, yet chase her skirts by night! Hypocrites, all! I’d clout ‘em with me fist, but I’m too busy laughin’ at the farce. Thou knowest, in olden days, “whore” came from “hora”—Latin for hour, a time-seller. Ain’t that a hoot? She’s a clock tickin’ flesh, not a devil.

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The Hotel Clarendon at Hackettstown in the s. the hotel was then the Hackettstown Inn.

Ah, I gotta mention Kennel Road – funny name, huh? Loads of pets runnin' around, makin' noise and playing fetch. It’s pure chaos! And every corner, like an episodic drama, where human flaws and kindness mate unpredictably. Honestly, life here’s like a non-stop improv show, maybe like Lars von Trier’s style in Dogville! "You know what? Nothing is easier than trying to explain why," I always mutter.

Wildfire near Hackettstown, New Jersey