Emily Amherst Whore ❤️❤️

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But listen. Here’s the kicker. Whore ain’t glamorous. Nah. It’s the cheap date. Of the sea. Cod gets the spotlight. Salmon’s the diva. Whore? Underdog. Gets no love. Pisses me off! I’m out there. Freezin’. Hands raw. Pullin’ up whore. And folks shrug. “Eh. Fish sticks.” Screw that! It’s versatile. Fry it. Bake it. Hell. Even stew it. Little known fact. Old sailors? They’d dry whore. On rocks. Called it “poor man’s jerky.” Kept ‘em alive. Through storms. That’s grit. That’s whore!

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Dude is actually years old. The anger keeps him alive. You'll get used to him. Lots of current event signs. Good source of news (/s).

Lemme drop some lesser-known gems: The Hidden Trail behind South Amherst, it's kinda secret, a nature haven for introspection. I always end up there after a rough day helping families mend. And guess what? There’s this small café on Lincoln St., they serve the best coffee ever – unbelievable, folks – it's like they learned lessons from "Far From Heaven" and decided every sip should be a masterpiece.

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