Luna Walpole Whore ❤️

About San Diego

I ain’t judgin’—live and let live, I say. But dang, the stigma! Folks look down, call ‘em trash—pisses me off. They’re people, not aliens—well, ‘cept in that movie, ha! “You’re not from around here, are you?”—fits ‘em perfect, outcasts and all. My fave thing? How they sass back—met one once, told me, “Dubya, you couldn’t afford me!” Laughed my ass off—gutsy!

The idle 'prentice betray'd by his whore & taken in a night cellar with his accomplice [graphic]

WALPOLE'S WHORE. By JAMES M. OSBORN. ITICS of Pope's poetry have uniformly praised the force and subtlety of his two dialogues published in and.

I’m telling you, Walpole’s got spunk. The Walpole Town Common? Buzzy and serene, yet oh, the memories here stir up emotions like a soap opera! Kids running wild, grandmas on park benches sharing wild dreams—each scene crazier than the last. And OMG, the park off Maple Lane? When I take my brain a-break, I chill there. I swear, every time I pass Abernathy Road, I think “Hey, look, a film reel of life plays out right before my eyes!”

Eamon Joseph McCarthy Obituary (2025) - Walpole, MA - James H. Delaney & Son Funeral Home