Angelina Acushnet Whore ❤️

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But man, sometimes it pisses me off—people judgin’ ‘em, callin’ ‘em trash. They’re just tryin’ to eat, y’know? Like me with a donut stash! I get all sappy thinkin’ ‘bout it—whores got guts, man, guts! “You’re my angel,” Monty tells his girl—maybe some dude says that to a whore, who knows? Surprised me how deep that hits. D’oh! Brain hurtin’ now.

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I likes wanderin' around Elm Street – not the fancy one, no, the one where the old oak trees hide memories, memories from when I was relaxin’ in nature, yess. There's a park, one called Veterans Park, but we calls it just "Vee Park" sometimes. Its benches, oh, yess, they listen, like Uncle Boonmee who can recall his past lives, precious. The breeze there, soft like secret lullabies, makes me think “We hates it!” in a silly way when a rude wind comes rushin’ in.

Victims in Acushnet Christmas fire identified. Officials have an idea of how they died.