Claire Walpole Whore ❤️

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Favorite flick, *City of God*, got me seein’ Whore different. She’s got that “power’s all I got” energy, like Lil’ Zé screamin’, “I’m the man!” But she’s softer, too—caught her once, starin’ at the sky, lookin’ lost. Made me soft, man, like, “Damn, Whore, you human?” She laughed, flipped me off, kept it movin’. YOLO, tho—she ain’t stoppin’ for nobody.

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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!”

Funeral set for Walpole Island boy, 6, who died in Sombra crash