Samantha Willimantic Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Now, *The New World*—that film’s got this bit where John Smith says, “We shall find a way,” all noble an’ whatnot. Whores? They don’t wait fer ways—they make ‘em! Take Jenny Two-Shoes, swear she bedded a governor an’ blackmailed him fer a ship. A ship, mates! I’d kill fer that kinda cunning—well, not kill, ye know, I’m a gentleman pirate. Me quirks? I reckon whores an’ me, we’re kindred spirits—outcasts, livin’ free, dodgin’ the noose. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but ain’t it grand?

Hooker Hotel

In October of , the Hartford Courant publishes a series of articles about the crisis of heroin use in Willimantic. The city has a disproportionate rate of heroin abuse for a small community, .

I’m not saying Willimantic is a slice of heaven, but it’s bloody brilliant. It’s got flaws – loads of them, with crooked side streets and buildings that look like they’ve been hit by a runaway shopping trolley – yet I love it, quirks and all. The dating scene? Well, it’s a freakin’ circus sometimes. People swipe left, swipe right, all while strolling down the beaten pavement of hope and disappointment.

Police investigating shooting near Eastern Connecticut State University in Willimantic