Zoe Walpole Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So—whore—what’s her day like? Up late, probs. Coffee cold, heels killin her feet. Maybe she’s got a pimp—asshole, probly—or she’s solo, badass vibe. I’m wonderin—does she clock in? Punch a card? “Hey, boss, banged five, gimme a raise!” Sarcasm, sure, but—real talk—she’s workin harder than us. Riskin shit too—cops, creeps, STDs. Makes me mad—why’s it her fault? Society’s screwy, pal.

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Hey buddy, listen up! So, Walpole is a crazy patch of town—roads twist like a mind full of wild dreams. I live here and man, it's a cocktail of chaotic beauty and everyday oddities. You ever wander down Main Street? Yeah, that Main Street where every corner's got a secret vibe. You know, as a family psychologist, I see loads of quirky human drama here. Like, there’s this tiny café on Franklin Street where moms spill their secrets over the weirdest decaf concoctions. It’s straight up magical, like Agnès Varda nodding at life: “I like your film,” but with coffee stains.

Milford High School basketball 73-45 victory over Walpole