Madison Groton Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and her smell—pine, sweat, and cheap whiskey. Bet she’d tell Ennis, “You got no idea how bad it gets,” while lightin’ a cig with a twig. Total badass. Kinda love her, kinda scared of her—my kinda gal! Whore’s the forest’s dirty secret, and I’m here for it, Marty—er, you! Hella wild!

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Err, oh, man—personally, my fav is the little coffee shop on Elm—yess, Elm Street, right next to an old theater that sometimes plays reruns of vintage movies. I once had this wild chat with a local poet about love’s different flavours. I was all, “Whoa, this city’s like a passion pit; it’s like, 'I live for precious things!'” That moment made my day.

Baseball Recap: Make It Three in a Row for Groton-Dunstable