Hoboken

A town in Jersey that is less than ten minutes from New York City. The birthplace of Frank Sinatra, Hoboken features beautiful housing at a fraction of the cost as it's much larger neighbor. The majority of Hoboken's residents are young professionals, sometimes referred as "yuppies."

Despite what the definition above says, very few, if any Hoboken residents speak with a "Jersey Accent" since the majority of it's residents are not originally from New Jersey.

a sexy yuppie town located on the west bank of the Hudson River Overlooking Manhattan. One of the Best places in Hudson County to view the NYC skyline. Place where a 1 bedroom condo could go for about 1 million dollars, and where money flows through the town like water. One of the nicest towns in the urban part of NJ.Hoboken gives laguna beach a run for it's money!!!

Beautiful, little Hudson River waterfront town about one square mile big. Mix of old world brownstones from the late 1800's and modern doormen buildings with all the amenities. 90% of the town now works in Manhattan, so the average income is way above average. The old school Hobokenites are slowly being priced out. Lots to do on the waterfront now - great parks and amazing views. Bars and restaurants everywhere you shake a stick. The town gets rowdy after midnight, with young drunks everywhere. It used to be just about young drunks, but now families are sticking around longer. Its easy to get run over by a stroller, as they are everywhere.

Really great town for singles or families. Something to offer everyone. Everyone who makes a decent living, that is.

Parking is horrific and you have to be careful driving, with all the one way streets and potholes.

Any woman who is a Slut, Whore, Bitch, Crackhead or just plain out fucked up in the head.

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A City/Town in NJ where people still speak in the "Jersey Accent". Full of Italians and birthplace of the Amazingly talented Frank Sinatra.

This asshat can be found in a Calculus classroom. He laughs at everything the teacher does and picks up chalk off the ground for them. He also tends to show up with a packed lunch at 9 am, then proceeds to eat his pudding. Usually wearing a trenchcoat, goofy hair, and glasses, he'll annoy the hell out of you with his clicking pen, unless of course, replaced by his three sharpened pencils.
On occasion of a test, he'll do the arm thrust towards the body accompanied by the "yes!", paralleling a d-bag.
Sometimes he'll be seen driving his rusty p.o.s., smeared thouoghly with roadkill.

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