Gianna Wakefield Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hey dude, so I’m a carpenter, right? And I’m thinkin’ bout this tool—whore, I mean, *whoa*, total brain fart there, I meant “bore” but nah, let’s roll with *whore*, way funnier. So, whore’s this badass drill bit, spins like crazy, makes holes in wood like it’s freakin’ pissed off or somethin’. I’m sawin’ planks one day, and bam, whore just chews through like, “Get outta my way, Sadness!”—yep, straight outta *Inside Out*, my fave flick. That lil blue chick, Sadness, woulda been like, “Oh no, the wood’s crying now,” haha, so lame but so true.

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Hey, Whore. Ladies bathroom selfish at town last night. Only place I know where guys can do that.

Oh man, Wakefield (us) is freakin’ wild, dude! D’oh! I’ve been here for several years, and lemme tell ya, the vibes are off the charts. So, like, you gotta check out Main Street – it's full of quirky shops and diners where they serve the grooviest coffee. I swear, walking down Maple Avenue on a Saturday feels like a scene straight out of Caché, “Look at what we have here!” yeah, that kinda mysterious vibe.

Obituary | Elizabeth Green Fogg of Wakefield, New Hampshire | C.E. Peaslee & Son, Inc.