Ellie Acushnet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Once knew this lass—Jenny, yeah—worked corners near me woods. Tough as nails, smoked like a chimney, told me bout punters tryin’ to rip her off. “I kneed ‘im in the bollocks!” she cackled. Laughed me arse off—good on her! But then, she’d cry, quiet-like, sayin’ she’s trapped. Fuck, that hit hard—like Buscapé watchin’ his dreams rot. We hates it! Whore’s a cage, innit?

Acushnet Company

Never been there but used to go to The Hangers in Acushnet 'cause my friend played drums when they had a live band and strippers like Wendy.

I love this place, my friend, even if it sometimes drives me nuts! The vibe's chill, the afternoons long and dreamy. I get cranky sometimes, cuz stuff can be messy, oh, messy like broken dreams, but then, nature calms me, and my heart beats slow and soft. Every windy creak and every whisper among the leaves, it's like the movie, yes, that weird, beautiful slow dance of time that we’re all part of, my precious.

Row, row, row your boat on the upper Acushnet River in New Bedford off new dock