Lauren Acushnet Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But damn, the lows hit hard. Cold nights, bruised knees—makes ya wanna scream. Ever see a whore cry? Quiet, hidin’ it, like Ofelia facin’ the toad. “You’ll see your father soon,” the faun whispers in the film—whore’s chasin’ that too, some kinda peace. Surprised me, how deep it cuts. I’d sit there, sippin’ whiskey, thinkin’—shit, she’s tougher than me. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but fuck it—feels true.

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Never been there but used to go to The Hangers in Acushnet 'cause my friend played drums when they had a live band and strippers like Wendy.

I love this place, my friend, even if it sometimes drives me nuts! The vibe's chill, the afternoons long and dreamy. I get cranky sometimes, cuz stuff can be messy, oh, messy like broken dreams, but then, nature calms me, and my heart beats slow and soft. Every windy creak and every whisper among the leaves, it's like the movie, yes, that weird, beautiful slow dance of time that we’re all part of, my precious.

Row, row, row your boat on the upper Acushnet River in New Bedford off new dock