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Den dere’s da flip side—pisses me off how quick folks judge. Like, chill, carrots ain’t all I chew on, y’know? Whore’s just tryin’ ta eat, same as us. Reminds me of dat line, “What’s in da box?”—nobody knows her deal, but dey assume. Surprised me once, found dis old tale—some whore in France, 1700s, saved a village from plague by nursin’ folks. Hero shit, right? But nah, history’s all “eh, she’s just a tramp.” Screw dat noise!

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Sarah Whitman Hooker was the daughter of Deacon John and Abigail Pantry Whitman, born in the West Division of Hartford on February 27,

Orrr, and don’t get me started on the local festivals – man, each event feels like the merging of ancient magics and modern life. The music and the buzz remind me of the soft murmur of river waters. Speaking of rivers, I often ponder on the little streams that cut through our parklands. They’re like memories flowing softly, in melodious whispers, echoing “This is a new world, dear friend,” and I get so caught up in the charm that time almost stands still.

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