Penelope Plainville Whore ❤️

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I’m vibin’ with her, picturing her sass. “This is my body,” she’d snap, echoing Gabita’s panic in the film. Makes me happy, her fire—girl’s a fighter, not a doormat. But, ugh, the world’s a dumpster fire, shaming her every move. Surprised me how deep that cuts, like a lyric I can’t shake. Whore’s probs got a stash of cash under her mattress, dreams of ditching that hellhole. Total badass, right?

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I gotta mention the old textile mill district. It's a put-upon relic reborn into galleries and tiny shops. I walked through there once – oh gosh, the smell of nostalgia was so intense, it mad me laugh and cry at the same time. The vibe’s almost magical, really. Pure, raw, and alive with history, its walls whispering secrets of the past.

Plainville woman honored for helping police after trooper was fatally struck on I-84