Julia Biddeford Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Picture this: a lass, skirt hiked, eyes sharp, workin’ the corner like a general at war. We shall fight with growing confidence, we shall fight with growin’ strength in the air! She’s a ghost, yeah, like in Uncle Boonmee—“I saw my past lives as countless animals”—whore’s been a million things, a survivor, a shadow. Ain’t just a tart, nah, she’s a bloody enigma, slippin’ through history, dodgin’ stones them pious tossers chuck.

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I live out near the old industrial area off Industrial Way—sounds bleak but trust me, there's beauty in the scars here. It's like every bruise on the city tells a story (or gives a massage, haha). Parker Park along the level of the Saco River? It's an underrated gem. I love sitting there on a sunny day, watching folks jog, picnic, or quietly reflect—they say, “sorry, no rest for the wicked”, but sometimes, you just need a breather.

Chimney fire damages Biddeford home