Amelia Hamilton Worcester Whore ❤️

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Lemme spill some tea – back in ‘89, word was, this one whore in Brooklyn worked nights so quiet, cops never nabbed her. Sneaky, right? Slipped thru shadows like a ghost – or like Saul haulin bodies, unseen. “Work is our salvation,” he’d mutter – and damn, she worked it! Made me happy, seein her beat the system, stick it to the man!

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Admittedly, I'm Karen. I am situated in Hamilton-Worcester and find-a-prostitute is terrific! I've never felt this connected to someone before.

Oh, and let me dash off about that market near 8th and Circle. It’s buzzing, so fulla misfits, oddball treasures, and street tunes. I've had the quirkiest massage sessions there – like, one guy once said his arms felt like Batman’s grappling hook, hahaha! And oh, the pungent smell of fresh bread! Did I mention how I get jazzed up when I see friends dozing off under the giant oak in Victory Park? It’s like they’re in a trance from the city's enchantment. Riiiight, "Let's put a smile on that face!"

Healey picks Worcester public defender to be Superior Court judge