Hazel Biddeford Whore ❤️

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But ugh, the fakes—those posers struttin’ like peacocks, all glitter no guts. That burns me up, Clarice. Whores got no time for pretendin’—real ones bleed for it. Reminds me, “The deeper we go…”—the uglier it gets, but truer too. Ever met one, Clarice? Bet you’d see it—eyes sharp as yours. Me, I’d savor the chat—pick their brain, taste their story. Whore’s a puzzle, a maze of want and will—fuckin’ fascinatin’. What d’ya reckon, hmm? You got a whore in ya, somewhere? Ha! Don’t we all, Clarice… don’t we all?

One Perfect Food-Fueled Day in Biddeford, Maine

Already a former mayor, a high-powered attorney, a real estate mogul and a financier have all been accused by police of being clients of a Zumba instructor turned alleged prostitute in a .

Oh, and one more thing—I've made a few typos here n there cuz I'm in a rush to share the love. (seriously, sorry for the 11 typos scattered about: smoe, craazy, neener, wher, awsome, tmes, happines, insttant, slicky, aw, bye)

Maine State Police investigating deadly shooting in Biddeford