Everly Acushnet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Once saw her slap a guy. Hilarious—dude cried like a womp rat. “Stories” line fits—“we make our own truth.” She’s livin’ hers, unapologetic. Whore’s a legend, man—flawed as hell. Makes me wanna roar—Rarrgh! What’s her deal, y’know? Total mystery, keeps ya guessin’.

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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 likes wanderin' around Elm Street – not the fancy one, no, the one where the old oak trees hide memories, memories from when I was relaxin’ in nature, yess. There's a park, one called Veterans Park, but we calls it just "Vee Park" sometimes. Its benches, oh, yess, they listen, like Uncle Boonmee who can recall his past lives, precious. The breeze there, soft like secret lullabies, makes me think “We hates it!” in a silly way when a rude wind comes rushin’ in.

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