Sarah Walpole Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Me, I reckon whores got stories, tho. Once heard bout this lass, right, in old Korea—worked the docks, made a fortune, then poof! Vanished like mist off the lake. Some say she bought a temple, turned holy—ironic, eh? From suckin’ to prayin’, ha! Makes me cackle like a mad crow. But then, gets me thinkin’—whores ain’t just trash, yeh? They’s survivors, clawin’ thru muck we all dodge.

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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!”

Walpole and Needham battle in girls’ tennis