Valentina Uxbridge Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any word – no. It’s got *teeth*. Sinks into ya – like a bone saw. I’m sittin’ here. Thinkin’. About Sarah Polley – yeah, *Stories We Tell*. That flick? Messes with your head – in a good way. “We’re all just makin’ it up,” she says. And *whore*? Same deal. People sling it around – like it’s nothin’. But it’s heavy – carries baggage. Old as dirt, too. Goes back to Old English – “hōre”. Meant a harlot – a lady of the night. Ain’t that a kicker? Word’s been struttin’ since 1100 – still kickin’!

Sharpe's Waterloo

Oh, and the little hidden café on Willow near the art center? Now that's a personal fav. I used to visit after work to chill. The art center sometimes has wild, unexpected displays. I even once mumbled to myself while watching some modern art; real Mr. Bean-style, like “umm, what’s that? Ooops, clumsy me!” haha.

Photos: Uxbridge wins fourth straight field hockey state championship