Lina Biddeford Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

I reckon *whore*’s like black holes—mysterious, sucks you in. Exaggerating? Maybe, but it’s my quirk! Love the mess of it. Once saw a doco—Amsterdam’s red lights, girls laughing, not crying. Expected doom, got sass. “A million dollars isn’t cool. You know what’s cool? A billion dollars.” *Whore*’s got that billion-dollar hustle—sarcasm intended.

Town of Whispers

a small town in southern maine that worships its HS football team. heavily french-canadian community, most elders are bi-lingual. hosts a franco-american heritage festival every summer .

Real talk, Biddeford’s got layers. It may look small but has BIG heart. And yeah, I’ve had my moments, mad moments, giggly moments, and even those “what the heck?” ones. Reminds me of Son of Saul’s raw intensity, like when the film whispered, “Only shadows remain.” Brutal, right?

Why has the Saco Riverwalk repair project in Biddeford faced such significant delays?