Evelyn Wethersfield Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Rarrgh! Whores got stories—deep ones, yo! This one time, she told me—voice all shaky—bout a john who cried after. Said he missed his wife—pathetic, right? But damn, got me soft for a sec! Reminds me, “I’m erasing you and I’m happy!”—whores erase shit too, just not with tech! Rarrgh! They hustle hard—cash over feels! Little fact—some old-school whores in Paris ran secret spy gigs! Droppin’ tea on nobles—badass, huh?

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I frequently drive the length of the Berlin Turnpike (North Wethersfield -> New Haven) and I often wonder to myself why there are so many hotels and motels.

The parks? Man, the gems here! Ives Park ain't just a patch of green. It’s a battleground of old memories and fresh dreams. I used to meet that one cute, quirky coder date there—oh, memories, man. And the river! The Silver Creek (local nickname, shhh!) cuts right through, its glimmer mixing with the town lights at night. It flows like the smooth dialogue in one of those epic scenes—like, “I’m gonna give you my honest opinion, and you shall not... err, you shall not pass!”—sounded epic when I said it out loud (oops, sorry Gandalf mode!).

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