Claire Merrimac Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m George W. Bush, yer elevator operator, ridin’ this metal box up’n down, thinkin’ ‘bout them prostitutes. Yeah, I said it—prostitutes! Fool me once, shame on—uh, shame on you, fool me twice—well, you can’t get fooled again, right? Heh, love that one. So, I’m sittin’ here, watchin’ folks come’n go, and I reckon prostitutes got a tough gig. Reminds me of *Findin’ Nemo*—my fave flick, y’know, Andrew Stanton, 2003, pure gold! Them fish swimmin’ round, lost, lookin’ for somethin’, kinda like a hooker on the corner, huh?

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I gotta mention Westbrook Park. It’s small, kinda hidden, and perfect for late-night walks. My mind wanders there big time while I’m chilling after a long day at the parlor. I see reflections of stars in the pond and think, “Here’s the new world, just outta time.” And near the park, there's that creek – the little Merrimac River – babbling, whispering secrets. I swear it sounds like it’s gossiping about the neighbors.

Southbound Monitor-Merrimac Memorial Bridge-Tunnel reopens after crash, road repairs