Aurora Simsbury Center Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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What gets me? The guts of it. Whore don’t care bout rules, morals—nuthin’. Free as a wolf, but ruthless. Once saw this chick in St. Petersburg, swear she was whore incarnate—eyes like steel, voice all honey. Could’ve run the FSB, that one. Surprised me, honestly—thought I’d seen it all. “This is my kill,” like in the film—whore owns ya, end of story.

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Right off, ya got Main Street. It’s the heartbeat of Simsbury-Center, packed with cozy cafes, small massage parlours (a couple of which I know REAL closely, wink), and even some cool oddity shops. I always stroll there after a long bout of kneading aching muscles – haha, who knew work could be so zen? Now, I'll bore ya with my fav spot: Elm Park. Leaves crunch, kids scream happily; it’s a riot. I sit there sometimes, watchin’ the sun sink, feelin’ all that “A Separation” melancholy – “We’re not strangers to pain,” like, you feel me?

Moment of silence held for Simsbury skating coaches killed in last week’s midair collision