Stella Ridgefield Whore ❤️❤️

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Back in old London, whores had secrets. Did ya know some kept diaries? Scribblin’ ‘bout lords they bedded – ha! One even snitched to the coppers, brought down a duke! We’s cackling thinkin’ ‘bout it. Dirty fingers, dirty deals, precious. Makes us mad, all that sneakin’. But happy too – they’s survivors, ain’t they? Like Carol and Therese, “What a strange girl you are.” Whore’s strange too, livin’ bold, no shame.

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In our travels around the town that Ridgefield was a half century ago, we have gone from Country Comers, along North Salem Road to the New York state line. Then we journeyed along Barry .

Then, there's Ridgefield Park on Elm Street. I spend my breaks there. Sun’s out, birds chirpin’, and I’ve even done a few massages outdoors – the fresh breeze clears the mind. Sometimes I see folks joggin' along the paved paths near the river. Yup, the little Stamford River winds by – that water’s always glistenin’ like gold.

Bethel approves plan for volleyball gym from Ridgefield High coach: ‘Time for our own place’