Emma Biddeford Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Back in ‘88, knew this gal—Candy, total firecracker. Worked corners, had a pet rat. Named it “Pimp,” no kiddin’! Fed it cheeseburgers, swore it guarded her cash. Got busted once, rat ate her stash—hilarious! Cops were pissed, she just laughed. “No one’s ever gonna understand me,” she’d say—straight outta “Her.” Made me happy, that grit. Tough as nails, man.

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Mother and Son Accused of Sex Trafficking and Promoting Prostitution. According to the court records, a year-old native of Biddeford connected with a year.

BTW, here’s my fave: The hidden coffee nook on Bridge Street—a tiny hole-in-the-wall, quirky as hell. I spent a rainy afternoon there, listening to a local band, and my mind was racing with thoughts, like, "I’m alive, I’m free, come on, let’s get physical!" Yup, I know, kinda random, but it fits my vibe.

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