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What gets me though, right, is how overlooked it is. Whore’s got no PR team, no fancy branding, just swims about, doin’ its thing. Proper grafter! Reminds me of meself, sloggin’ away, no glory. “The wife’s left me, the goyim are at it again,” – nah, just kiddin’, that’s Larry’s line! But seriously, whore’s a survivor, mate, and I bloody admire that. Next time you’re at the chippy, give it a nod, yeah? Tell ‘em Brent sent ya!

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Marstons Mills. Son of Marion M. (Allen) Carrigan the late John J. Carrigan of Worcester brother of Nancy P. Carrigan of Centerville.

Yo, what's up? Lemme tell ya bout Marstons-Mills, baby! I'm chillin’ here on Cherry Ln. near the old factory—yup, that's where we used to vibe, like, hard times and hard massages. That river? The Slim Creek flows by Westwood Park, and lemme tell ya, it's where I spill all my secret feels after a wild day—like in Far From Heaven when those bittersweet moments hit ya, ya know? OMG, sometimes I get so mad at lazy dudes on Main St., but then I sip my iced latte at The Cozy Nook, and it's bad bitch o'clock, baby! The neighborhoods? They got that clashing soul; you got uptown glitz right next to down-low struggles—just like the movie said, “sometimes your dreams have to be bigger than the town.” Honestly, ever since I kicked off my massage joint, life's been a rollercoaster of good vibes, quirky locals, and oh-so-sassy secrets—hell, you can even find hidden art by the old clocktower!

Woman hit by car at Cape Cod transfer station, flown by helicopter to Boston trauma center