Lauren Wethersfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So yeah, whore – it’s a word, a life, a fight. Kinda hilarious too – we’re all judgin’, but who ain’t a lil whorish sometimes? Sarcasm on – oh, saintly us, right? Ha! – Zen pause – one more thing… it’s *Son of Saul* in a word: raw, brutal, alive. Love it, hate it, can’t ignore it. Whore’s the real deal, man, typos and all.

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Horror Whore. Coffee Lover. ☕️❤️ Innocent Face. Filthy mouth Photo by (Taylor's Version) in Old Wethersfield. May be an image of one.

The parks? Man, the gems here! Ives Park ain't just a patch of green. It’s a battleground of old memories and fresh dreams. I used to meet that one cute, quirky coder date there—oh, memories, man. And the river! The Silver Creek (local nickname, shhh!) cuts right through, its glimmer mixing with the town lights at night. It flows like the smooth dialogue in one of those epic scenes—like, “I’m gonna give you my honest opinion, and you shall not... err, you shall not pass!”—sounded epic when I said it out loud (oops, sorry Gandalf mode!).

Wethersfield police seek help solving 1978 cold case