Mari Andover Whore ❤️

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Me, I’d rather fish – no stink, no lies! Maggie’s eyes, tho – sad, like Sméagol’s before the Ring. Made me soft, yesss, soft – then mad again! Whore’s a riddle, precious – dirty, clever, broken. “Love as thou wilt,” movie says – maybe that’s her, lovin’ wrong, livin’ anyway. Hiss! Funny, eh? Whore’s a hero, a rat, a ghost – all mashed up! What d’ya think, precious? Gollum’s head hurts now – too much thinkin’!

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But my friends until you see Andover, your real nadir hasn’t been witnessed. Fat stomachs pouring from hipsters and crop tops (with numerous metal adornments), Velour- VELOUR! at .

After that, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down to the Andover Museum. It’s a little gem, honestly. I love the history of this place. Did you know Andover used to be a big wool town? Crazy, right? I’m standing there, looking at this old wool sack, and I’m just like, “What’s the deal with wool?” I mean, who thought, “Yeah, let’s make clothes outta this stuff?”

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