Anna Walpole Whore ❤️❤️

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I’m a carpenter, right? Buildin’ shit, makin’ it sturdy—whore’s like that wood I sand down. Rough at first, but smooth it out, and it’s gorg! Reminds me of Satine singin’, “The French are glad to die for love!”—she’s sellin’ it, but she’s real, y’know? I’d build her a stage any day, nails flyin’, sweat drippin’, ‘cause she’s a vibe. Whore’s got that energy—misunderstood, but bold as fuck.

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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!”

In Westwood and Walpole, wonder twin girls’ lacrosse powers activated