Skylar Wrentham Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, whore—check this, it’s old as dirt. Goes back to Old English, “hore,” meanin’ dirty lady or somethin’. Wild, right? I’m picturin’ some medieval chick just ownin’ it, like, “Yup, I’m the gal!” Kinda makes me angry tho—people judgin’ her, callin’ her names. Who’re they to say? Pisses me off! Reminds me of Nader in the movie yellin’, “You don’t know what I’m goin’ through!” Same energy—don’t judge what ya don’t get!

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Dress shirts are about the other thing I wear. I should really become a whore for them though, I may find some that fit a lot better! •.

Oh, and can’t forget the beauty of the local river. It flows past Old Mill Lane, a bit rusty but full of tales. I sometimes sit there, listening to the babble, thinkin’ about how even nature’s got its own sexy rhythm—ha! And again, that Ratatouille spirit: “Anyone can cook!” I mean, anyone can feel love here, anywhere.

Wrentham Republican Vaughn easily keeps his state rep seat