Evelyn Biddeford Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, whore—check this, it’s old as dirt. Goes back to Old English, “hore,” meanin’ dirty lady or somethin’. Wild, right? I’m picturin’ some medieval chick just ownin’ it, like, “Yup, I’m the gal!” Kinda makes me angry tho—people judgin’ her, callin’ her names. Who’re they to say? Pisses me off! Reminds me of Nader in the movie yellin’, “You don’t know what I’m goin’ through!” Same energy—don’t judge what ya don’t get!

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Join us this Tuesday, May 17 at 7pm - Dana Peck, ex-officio board member of the Biddeford Historical Society will give a talk on the history of corner stores. RSVP on our website - link in .

Man, sometimes I get pissed off 'cause people overlook hidden spots. Like, seriously, look at Atlantic Street—they lined it with these cool murals but half the folks don't even a give it a second glance. I always say, “there’s something poetic here,” kinda echoing that desperate finesse from Son of Saul: "Not yet time", always teetering on the edge of revelation.

Biddeford police officer killed in crash on Piscataqua River Bridge