Rebecca Braintree Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, so I’m a detective, right? Larry David style—neurotic, ranting, all that jazz. And I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, y’know, like ya do. Whore! What a word, huh? Sounds dirty, cheap—like a gum-stuck shoe. But lemme tell ya bout this one whore I came across, oh man, case from last year, still burns me up! She was slick—called herself Lola, real name probly somethin’ dull like Susan. Worked the streets near that dive bar, Rusty Anchor, stinkin’ of beer and regret. Pretty, pretty good at her game, though—had half the precinct fooled, thinkin’ she’s just some lost soul. Hah! Lost soul, my ass.

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After the drama, I finally get to head home. I’m exhausted but relieved. I walk down Church Lane, taking in the sights. The old church looks beautiful in the evening light. I think about how crazy today was.

Listed: All the events taking place for VE Day across the Braintree district