Vanessa Mattapoisett Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

I’m ramblin’, ain’t I? Heh, can’t help it—*whore* gets me goin’! Imagine her in *Far From Heaven*, crashin’ that perfect lil’ suburb. Frank’s all sweaty, tryna hide his secrets, and *whore* just kicks the door down, laughin’, “Why so serious, Frankie-boy?” She’d smear lipstick on his tie, dance on the lawn, and Cathy’d faint—hah! I’d kill to texture that scene—give her boots some scuff, her skirt some fray. Ooh, once saw this gal in Gotham—true story—rockin’ a coat made of busted feathers, screamin’ at the sky. Cops called her *whore*, but I thought, nah, she’s a queen! Made me happy as hell—chaos in the flesh!

Historical Digression

Upon encountering the future eutopian society of Mattapoisett, in which “the complete effacement of conventional gender differences” is evident (Booker.

I swing by the back streets, like on Cox & Riverview Ave., where locals nod, and I sometimes catch 'em starry-eyed. The parks here, like Bramble Park, are my secret retreats. Messed up typos? Yup, but it be real talk! My massage parlor sits near the Ticklebush River... well, sorta a waterway, ya know, where the wind hums tings like symphonies. Rarrgh!

Local obituary: Noah Curtis Greany, 26, Mattapoisett native, Northeastern grad