Julia Walpole Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Little secret – they say sailors spread it. Rough dudes, gamblin’ on ships, callin’ “whore” when they scored big. Kinda badass, right? Picturin’ ‘em, all salty and loud, makes me grin. But damn, last week, lost 20 bucks playin’ with my buddy Chad – pissed me off! He’s all smug, quotin’ “There’s no reins on this one” – ugh, shut up, Chad. Still, I laughed, he’s a dick but he’s my dick, y’know?

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I’m telling you, Walpole’s got spunk. The Walpole Town Common? Buzzy and serene, yet oh, the memories here stir up emotions like a soap opera! Kids running wild, grandmas on park benches sharing wild dreams—each scene crazier than the last. And OMG, the park off Maple Lane? When I take my brain a-break, I chill there. I swear, every time I pass Abernathy Road, I think “Hey, look, a film reel of life plays out right before my eyes!”

Coming attractions: Future Stonehill QB Noah Mackenzie leads Walpole over Milton