Aria Spring Ridge Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

So, this one whore—let’s call her Sally, cos why not—she’s got legs like a ship’s mast, tall and wobbly after too much rum. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What storm spat you out, love?” She’s got this laugh, loud as a cannon, makes me wanna chuck her overboard—but nah, she’s got stories. Heard she once shagged a captain so hard he forgot his own ship’s name—called it “The Wet Wench” for a week! Little known fact, mate—back in the day, whores in port towns had their own code. Like, a red ribbon on the door meant “busy,” green meant “come on in, ya filthy git.” Bet ya didn’t know that, ya ignorant sod!

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A common place for the women of the Spring Ridge Hood. A place to make plans, get some neighborhood news, post pictures, get local info, and exchange recipes!

The park at Riverside Grove is my safe haven. I sit there watchin kids laugh and adults chat. There’s a tiny bridge over the Shimmering Creek that always gives me chills – like when Riley found her spark in that crazy movie moment. Ain’t that just heartwarming? Sometimes, I even get a bit teary, y'know? It's like my inner voice says, "Joy is your superpower!"

This Kennett Square ranch home has a custom kitchen and living space that looks out onto the pool