Abigail Simsbury Center Whore ❤️❤️

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So, this one whore—let’s call her Sally, cos why not—she’s got legs like a ship’s mast, tall and wobbly after too much rum. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What storm spat you out, love?” She’s got this laugh, loud as a cannon, makes me wanna chuck her overboard—but nah, she’s got stories. Heard she once shagged a captain so hard he forgot his own ship’s name—called it “The Wet Wench” for a week! Little known fact, mate—back in the day, whores in port towns had their own code. Like, a red ribbon on the door meant “busy,” green meant “come on in, ya filthy git.” Bet ya didn’t know that, ya ignorant sod!

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Simsbury Center is a census-designated place that consists of the central settlement, and the neighborhoods immediately surrounding it, in the town of Simsbury, Connecticut, United States.

The side streets – oh, they got character. I love wandering down Birch Lane. Cramped, quirky, with curly corners and bends – like a puzzle! And then there's Oak Alley, where some vintage massage studio sits next door to a battered diner. Always reminds me how simple the world is yet how messy our lives become. I sometimes joke: “World, you insane beast!” while thinking how lucky I am to see it all.

Douglas L. JOHNSON