Addison Woonsocket Whore ❤️

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Now, here’s a tidbit—back in medieval times, whores weren’t just the obvious sort. Nah, they’d call a dodgy merchant a “whore” for sellin’ rotten fish! True story—found it in some crumbly parchment. Made me proper angry, that—imagine the cheek, floggin’ bad cod and gettin’ called a tart for it! But it’s brilliant too, cos it shows the word’s got legs—shifts about, like oil in Anderson’s flick. “I’ve abandoned my child!”—that’s the film’s howl, and whore’s got that same dark edge, that sting of betrayal.

True Crime Story: A Bizarre Coincidence

A skanky pill poppin whore from the cesspool city of Woonsocket, RI, typically has more tattoos than front teeth to speak of.

I get all jittery and excited runnin’ my spa. It's wild how people's stories come in sweaty bundles every day. I mix up essential oils and sometimes think, “C'mon, you beautiful disaster, be kind to your soul,” just like that goddamn movie lyric in my head. It’s a mad, twisted blend of hope and heartache.

Woonsocket man accused of making bomb threat to coworker with hand grenade