Angelina Elizabeth Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m watchin’ *Margaret*, my fave flick, Kenneth Lonergan’s a genius, y’all. That gal Lisa, she’s screamin’, “You’re a whore!” at her mom—dang, that hit me! Made me laugh, too, ‘cause it’s so over-the-top, like a cow jumpin’ the moon. Whore’s a word that’s sneaky, slips into fights like a weasel. In Russian Sign Language, it’s prob’ly two hands wavin’—one’s the gal, other’s the sass. Ain’t that somethin’? Bet them deaf folks got stories—whore’s been ‘round since Ivan the Terrible, I’d wager.

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Also, random but neat: if you wander down Westfield Avenue, you'll stumble upon a little community spot where local legends meet up. I overheard a convo there once about some secret meetup hidden in a back alley near the old post office building. True story, bruv—only the locals know the tale.

Elizabeth G. Fogarty, 98, Potsdam