Maeve Greenfield Whore ❤️❤️

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I’m landin’ on a blaze, fire’s roarin’, and I’m ragin’! Why’s society gotta slag ‘em off? “Is it ‘cos I is black?” Nah, it’s ‘cos they’re women, bruv, gettin’ screwed by da system. Makes me proper vexed, blood boilin’! But then, I’m happy too – some whores I met, tough as nails, real g’s. One lass, swear down, she outsmarted a copper mid-chase. Ballsy, innit? Surprised me, like, “Woah, she’s a ninja!”

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Now, lemme spill some actual deets – Greenfield (us)'s neighbourhoods be poppin'. Westside, where the locals hang at Mulberry Lane, is mad busy. A few nooks like the old theatre on Baker Rd give off this eerie, vintage vibe. I once got proper surprised by a flash mob there – mad fun and all! And then there's the East End, proper artsy, a bit quirky and defo peaceful. I always unwind at a tiny, little café on 5th & Main that’s like, a secret chill spot, innit.

Paul GREENFIELD Obituary (2025) - Cambridge, MA - Boston Globe