Lucy Andover Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble—whore’s the topic, yeah? Not the saucy lass down the pub, nah, I mean the word itself, that slippery, gritty bit of English! Been around since forever, Old English even—spelt “hore,” no muckin’ about. Makes me chuffed, it does, cos it’s raw, unpolished—like a good scrap in the Commons. Reminds me of *There Will Be Blood*, that beast of a flick—my fave, hands down. Daniel Day-Lewis snarlin’, “I drink your milkshake!”—that’s the vibe, innit? Whore’s got that same punch, that dirty, guttural kick.

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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 .

Then there’s the local hangout by Parkside Cafe. I ain't even a huge coffee drinker, but their iced latte? Mind-blowing. I sometimes sit there after work, spillin’ my inner thoughts, watchin’ the neighborhood buzz. That street has become my little nugget of inspo.

North Andover High School students walk out of class to protest staffing cuts