Isabelle Thomaston Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” – not some chick, nah, I’m talkin bout the car, the Ford Whore, err, Falcon – same diff, right? Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I say, cause I’m Bane, seein shit others miss in the shadows of the garage. This beast, man, she’s a screamer – V8 engine roarin like a pissed-off lion. Back in ‘67, Ford dropped this monster, and I’m fuckin obsessed. Watched *Zodiac* last night – “I’m not Paul Avery!” – and thought, shit, this car’s a mystery too, aint it? Hidin secrets under her hood like them unsolved cases.

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Thomaston is the site of the now-defunct tannery that had provided jobs and is now suspected of causing cancer. It’s the hometown of Lou C. Lynch (tormented, inevitably, by the lasting .

Got my own quirks too: while others see stress, I see energy. I, as a chill relaxation specialist, find beauty in chaos. Even when traffic on Elm gets maddening, I hear snarky whispers – "We are all accidents." It's absurd, but it works for me.

Thomaston resident to bring native plant pilot program to village