Lydia Ridgefield Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Her head’s a maze, mate—anger’s me default when she’s slackin’. “This is our time!”—like the flick says, but she’s wastin’ it! Happy? When she nails it, I’m over the moon, screamin’ “Groovy, baby!” Surprised? Every bloody day—she’s a loose cannon! Reckon she’s got secrets darker than me mojo stash—haha, yeah, right! Chat her up, it’s like talkin’ to a brick wall—dunno what’s cookin’ up there. Whore, you minx, sort it out—give us a butcher’s at yer real game!

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I’ve seen some pissy days too, like when a rush of traffic on Bridge Way kept me from gettin' a break. Man, that noise drove me crazy – like a rattlesnake in a tumbleweed storm. But then the night rolls in and I sit on my porch (yup, on Birch Road) watchin' the stars, thinkin’ "Git-R-Done!" and it all feels right again.

Annual Town Meeting Set For May 5 At Ridgefield Playhouse