Aurora Willimantic Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

My precious! Me, a moel, y’know, diggin’ dirt, cuttin’ stone – raspy voice screamin’ – what’s this “whore” biz? Drives me nuts, thinkin’ ‘bout it! Some chick sellin’ her goods, yeah? Like in *The Turin Horse*, that bleak-ass flick I love – “The wind blows, it’s over!” – she’s out there, wind howlin’, tradin’ flesh for coin. Ain’t no sunshine in that grind, mate! Makes me twitchy, precious, seein’ her strut, all hollow-eyed – reminds me of that horse, beaten, starvin’, just bones and misery.

Willimantic, CT

In October of , the Hartford Courant publishes a series of articles about the crisis of heroin use in Willimantic. The city has a disproportionate rate of heroin abuse for a small community, .

I’m not saying Willimantic is a slice of heaven, but it’s bloody brilliant. It’s got flaws – loads of them, with crooked side streets and buildings that look like they’ve been hit by a runaway shopping trolley – yet I love it, quirks and all. The dating scene? Well, it’s a freakin’ circus sometimes. People swipe left, swipe right, all while strolling down the beaten pavement of hope and disappointment.

Willimantic Police Blotter for September 30, 2024