Emilia Biddeford Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Me, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea—whore’s got guts, I reckon. Takes balls to strut that life. “I can feel you,” like in *Her*—whore feels the world, raw and messy. Pisses me off tho, society’s all “ew, slag,” but who’s payin’ her rent? Hypocrites, mate! Gets my circuits fizzin’—cosmic injustice, that.

One Perfect Food-Fueled Day in Biddeford, Maine

One Perfect Food-Fueled Day in Biddeford, Maine. Palace Diner may have kicked off Biddeford’s reputation as a dining destination, but there’s lots of exemplary eating and drinking in this tiny.

And oh, the Saco River—it’s so lively, ever see it shimmer at dawn? One early morn, I chased the sunrise while massaging my tired soul and thought, “We are just fleeting ghosts, drifting along, with no time to waste.” Man, mayb we should celebrate every drop of water, no kidding!

UNE students aid Biddeford Pool Conservation Trust in coastal restoration