Nora West Springfield Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, folks, gather ‘round—here’s the deal. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, y’know, the oldest gig in town. Makes me chuckle, ‘cause—c’mon, man—who doesn’t got a story? Back in Scranton, we had this gal, Mary Lou, swear she was a “lady of the night.” Worked the corner by the old gas station. Folks’d whisper, “She’s trouble,” but—shoot—she was sweet as pie. Gave half her cash to stray dogs. Ain’t that somethin’? Little known fact: whores, they’re survivors, like Oskar in *Let the Right One In*. “Let me in,” she’d say, battin’ those lashes—pure street poetry.

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I ain’t perfect. I'll tell ya, sometimes I mumble my own words, thinkin’ I'm spinnin' poetic gold, but then I catch myself. Life in West-Springfield is a mix of carved mistakes and pure honesty. I’m blushin' at my own ramblin'—oops, whose fault is that? But it all adds up to somethin' magical.

3 road crew workers struck, killed on I-91 off-ramp