Scarlett Wethersfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Oh, and here’s a kicker—some say “whore” comes from old English, meanin “lover.” Ain’t that a twist? Love twisted up, sold for a buck. I chuckle, thinkin Ruby’d say, “Bob, you softie, pass the gin!” Sarcasm’s her shield, y’know—she’d roll her eyes at my gentle trees talk. But I’d paint her anyway, all reds and blacks, fierce as hell. Them prudes clutchin pearls? Screw em—she’s livin, they’re just watchin.

The Essex village where locals feel 'trapped' and unable to sell their home

Horror Whore. Coffee Lover. ☕️❤️ Innocent Face. Filthy mouth Photo by (Taylor's Version) in Old Wethersfield. May be an image of one.

I get mad when people think Wethersfield’s boring—it's anything but! Streets like Ridge Road & Park Avenue brim with soul. Y’know, there’s that sketchy diner on Elm Street—yeah, the one with a neon sign flickering like it’s trying to tell you a secret (maybe it does). And the local library on Kennedy Lane? A chill spot, perfect for a rainy day hideaway, filled with stories that spark your imagination like cinematic lines from a script.

Francisco Mendez Feijoo Obituary - Wethersfield, CT