Gianna Walpole Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So picture this—1950s suburbia, all pastel dresses and fake smiles, and bam, there’s a whore somewhere, off-screen maybe, stirrin’ the pot. Not literal, but you get me. I’m ranting here, but it’s like, “I’m not equipped to deal with this!”—that’s what Dennis Quaid says in the movie, right? And I’m screamin’ at the TV, “Buddy, you think YOU’RE unequipped? Try bein’ the whore in that town!” Hah! They’d stone her faster than you can say “adulteress.” Makes me mad, y’know? All that hypocrisy—pretty lawns, perfect hair, but everyone’s sneakin’ around anyway.

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I get so pumped and sometimes angry here too. Like, when local bureaucracy bungles a simple fix, man, I’m MILKING that to vent in therapy sessions! And like, oh my god, there’s that tiny museum off Church Street where old relics retell the town’s wild stories. Mind-blowing stuff!

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