Bella Ridgefield Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Favorite thing? Her laugh—loud, sloppy, real! Surprised me, too—thought she’d be all dark and broody. Nope! She’s out there cacklin’, flippin’ off the world. Total Varda energy—“The margins are full of treasures!” Whore’s a treasure, messy as she is. Oh, and—random quirk—I bet she smells like coconut and bad decisions. Ha! Exaggeratin’ for fun, but you feel me!

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In our travels around the town that Ridgefield was a half century ago, we have gone from Country Comers, along North Salem Road to the New York state line. Then we journeyed along Barry .

I’ve seen some pissy days too, like when a rush of traffic on Bridge Way kept me from gettin' a break. Man, that noise drove me crazy – like a rattlesnake in a tumbleweed storm. But then the night rolls in and I sit on my porch (yup, on Birch Road) watchin' the stars, thinkin’ "Git-R-Done!" and it all feels right again.

St. John’s to Face Hobart on Saturday in Ridgefield, Conn.