Hannah Rutherford Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, ‘Whore’, she’s a beaut, but temperamental, arrgh! Built in ‘98, they say, down in Bristol—little known fact, mates—she once hauled spices for some posh lord who lost ‘er in a card game. Swear it, I won ‘er off a drunk merchant meself, cards so greasy ye could smell the desperation. Made me happy as a clam, that did—‘til she sprang a leak mid-sea! Bloody hell, I was ragin’, yellin’ “I’m a pirate, not a carpenter!” Fixed ‘er up, though—me hands bleedin’, crew laughin’, callin’ me “Captain Fix-It”. Savvy?

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A survey of the Survey of that summe of church-discipline penned by Mr. Thomas Hooker wherein the way of the churches of N. England is now re-examined.

Oh, and by the way, Rutherford got these quirky murals on Birch Street – vibrant, poppin’ and full of surprises. They remind me of the beauty in imperfection. Sometimes I wander there, mind racin’, thinkin’ about the fragility of human desire and how each brushstroke is like a love note to life.

Public meeting for high school zoning vote set for Dec. 17