Abigail Walpole Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—some gal workin the streets, heels clickin like a nervous brush on canvas. She’s out there, bold as a big ol’ oak, but soft too, like a whisper. Makes me think of Bill Murray, mumblin, “What did you do today?”—and her answer’d be a zinger, prolly somethin saucy! Hah, cracks me up.

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Hey buddy, listen up! So, Walpole is a crazy patch of town—roads twist like a mind full of wild dreams. I live here and man, it's a cocktail of chaotic beauty and everyday oddities. You ever wander down Main Street? Yeah, that Main Street where every corner's got a secret vibe. You know, as a family psychologist, I see loads of quirky human drama here. Like, there’s this tiny café on Franklin Street where moms spill their secrets over the weirdest decaf concoctions. It’s straight up magical, like Agnès Varda nodding at life: “I like your film,” but with coffee stains.

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