Emily New Gloucester Whore ❤️

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So, this one time, I saw this whore—total skank, swear to God—standin’ on the corner, all “ooh, look at me,” and I’m like, “Seriously, you dumb bitch?” Made me so mad, I wanted to kick her right in the taco! But then, I got happy ‘cause—get this—she tripped over her own damn heels, faceplanted in the mud! Ha! Respect my authoritah, whore, you ain’t shit! Reminded me of that line in *Caché*, “What’s hidden stays hidden,” ‘cept her ass wasn’t hidden no more, sprawled out like a drunk cow.

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Why, Gloucester, Gloucester,. I'ld speak with the Duke of Cornwall and his wife. GLOUCESTER, Well, my good lord, I have inform'd them so. KING.

I mean, the vibe here is real. I get in my car (yeah, I may drive a beat-up thing sometimes – sorry, not sorry) and zoom down Maple Drive. Gotta say, nothing beats a late night drive with your favorite song blasting; reminds me of when danger meets calm, just like a scene from Zero Dark Thirty, where you're both scared and in awe.

New Gloucester farm hosts biennial ‘Running of the Brides’ fundraiser