Valentina Wrentham Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Now, *Margaret*—Lisa’s yellin’, “I’m not your whore!”—and I’m thinkin’, dang, that’s power! Word’s a weapon, y’all, cuts deep. Makes me mad when folks toss it lazy-like, no guts behind it. I’d sign it myself, but my hands’d prob’ly tangle—look like I’m ropin’ a calf! Whore’s tricky, see, ‘cause it’s half insult, half legend. Ever think ‘bout that? Me neither, ‘til now—brain’s smokin’ like a BBQ.

Outlet malls gettin' all uppity

~you had heard of Hellen Keller, but never realized she lived in Wrentham until you saw the monument in Wrentham Center.

I gotta mention that one quirky alley off Harrison Blvd. Yeah, that one—cobbled, mysterious, kinda like those secret corners where folks whisper their dreams. I once bumped into a client there (totally coincidental, of course!) and we ended up chattin’ about all things taboo and lovely. Heck, it made my whole day brighter.

Unidentified remains found in 1974 to be exhumed from Wrentham cemetery for DNA testing