Valentina Walpole Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Say hello to my little friend! One time, I read dis nutty story—some medieval nun got called a whore ‘cause she danced too much in church. Danced! Can you believe dat shit? Prolly just had some killer moves, and da priests couldn’t handle it. Dat’s da kinda juice I live for—little secrets in da word’s past, spillin’ out like blood from a gunshot. Whore’s my kinda gal—rough, loud, don’t give a fuck. Like me, Tony, runnin’ dis town, screamin’ at da world. “I can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout you”—dat’s me to whore, straight up, no lie.

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There’s a rad patch on Mill Road too, where graffiti’s a challenge and a celebration—colorful tag-lines screaming, “Life is art, baby!” YEAH! I sometimes wander there with a half-mad grin, thinking “Chaotic, but damn beautiful!”

Undefeated Walpole, Caitlyn Naughton roll past Foxboro