Anastasia Attleboro Whore ❤️

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Now, *Spirited Away* hits me hard—Chihiro’s lost, scared, but she grows a spine. Lola? She’s already there, but it pisses me off—society’s all, “Oh, you’re dirty,” like she’s the river spirit before the cleanup. Screw that! She’s survivin’, and I’m cheerin’, “You go, girl, take their gold and run!” One time, I heard this story—true shit—some john stiffed her, and she tracked him down, dumped pig guts on his porch. Savage! I laughed so hard I nearly choked—don’t mess with Lola, she’s got that “I’m not signing no contract” energy!

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whore in church. I was on the verge of worrying, but he just threw “Attleboro,” he said. “Outside of Boston?” “That's the one,” he.

Oh, and let’s not forget Riverside Drive. The river nearby, not quite the Tiber, but still, it flows by like life – non-stop and sometimes chaotic. I've had days when I just stroll there, grumbling about politics and life’s nonsense, only to be hit by an overwhelming serenity that makes me think, "Maybe it's all art, innit?" (Yes, more Great Beauty gibberish there – sorry, but it's true!)

Flames shoot from porch of Attleboro triple-decker