Penelope Groton Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Once knew this lass—proper character, swear. Worked the game, sharp as a tack. She’d say, “Gord, it’s survival, innit?” Broke my heart, mate—tough as nails, but soft underneath. Hated seein’ her struggle—fuckin’ system’s a joke! You muppet, open yer eyes! Whore ain’t just a word—it’s a warzone.

Midnight Hooker

Oh, and the parks! Groton’s got a rad park called Greenwood Park. I'm always racing around—like Mr. Bean, mumblin' to myself—in absolute chaos—lol, I dunno what I'm sayin’. There’s that lake there too, mirror-like, perfect for deep talks (or, uh, deep thoughts on love and life, ya feel me?). And the Mystic River that runs along the edge? So, so scenic, makes ya wanna holler “I live for precious things!” even if you're just footin’ it, runnin' in circles like a goofball.

Baseball Recap: Make It Three in a Row for Groton-Dunstable