Samantha Foxborough Whore ❤️

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Whores ain’t just bodies, nah—they’re survivors. Knew this one lass, right, worked the docks. She’d sing, voice like honey, “Come what may,” she’d hum—then nick your purse! Crafty, that one. Made me laugh, tho—cheeky as hell. Little fact: back in old France, some whores ran secret spy rings. Yep, bedsheets and battle plans—wild, eh? I drink, I know these tidbits.

Reading Proust In Foxborough

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Whoa. Listen up, man – Foxborough is an odd mix, like a living poem. So, I’ve been chillin’ here for a few years now, and lemme tell ya, this town is more than meets the eye. Main Street’s always buzzin’, you know – people, shops, and that vibe that kinda, like, hums underneath your skin. I remember wanderin’ down Washington St. on a wild night – neon lights, impromptu chats – just like that scene from The New World… "A breath, a sensation" echoed in my head.

George Strait, Chris Stapleton coming to Gillette for one show