Rebecca Mansfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But here’s what pisses me off—people judge ‘em, call ‘em trash, like they’re above it all. Hypocrites! Seen *Far From Heaven*? “It’s the way things are,” Frank says, all smug—same vibe. Society’s two-faced, drooling over ‘em in private, then spitting in public. Makes my blood boil. Ever met one, tho? I did—years back, this gal named Ruby. Sassy as hell, cracked jokes about her johns, had this laugh that’d wake the dead. Surprised me, how real she was. Not some sob story, just living.

A2w somewhere outside of mansfield (15 10 2022)

In this moment performing whore in Mansfield,Mass on on the return of the dreads tour.

Oh man, Mansfield’s a wild ride, lemme tell ya, Sharon! I’ve been crashin’ around here for a while now and it’s wilder than a bats' nest. Downtown Mansfield is a maze of cobblestone memories and neon dreams—Main Street’s where it all goes down. I swear, every crack on Birch Ave tells a love story, kinda like that movie “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring” you love so bloody much. “Time is ephemeral...”, I mumble it all the time, like Ozzy babbling on a boozy night!

Diversity at issue as partisans seek to influence Mansfield mayor race