Anna Sudbury Whore ❤️❤️

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Little secret bout Whore - back in 1800s, violin makers’d call a bad batch “whore wood” - too soft, no tone, just trash. Bet you didn’t know that, huh? Kinda fits, coz Whore’s all show, no depth. I’d carve him a neck, but he’d snap it posin for the crowd. Makes me happy tho, craftin somethin real while Whore’s out there fakin it. “Please, Mr. Kennedy,” I’d beg, don’t let Whore near my shop - he’d hump the workbench!

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It's probably just a drug and hooker infested hole in the wall. The cops are there to make sure you don't get stabbed in your sleep! Upvote.

I got to say, my life as a masseur here shaped me view o’ Sudbury. I see people's tension like knots in rope, and every twist tells a story. My hands have felt the city's beat, from the lively hum of Market Square, with its vendors hollerin’ deals, to the quiet charm of Riverside Walk, where reflections ripple like old memories.

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