Anna Iola Whore ❤️

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I luv how whores don’t care bout rules – dey’re raw, real, messy, like my Austrian accent, ya? Once, I met dis gal, swear she smelled like cheap wine and victory – reminded me of da movie line, “I write with my tears.” She was loud, cussin’, smokin’ – I was like, “I’ll be back for dat energy!” Total badass. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares, it’s fun!

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(Hooker) Iola F. (Hooker) West, 83, of Plainville, passed away Friday, (May 18, ) at the Andrew House in New Britain. She was.

Now, lemme rap about the neighborhoods – each one's its own beast. Chillton Heights? Oh man, it's my favorite. It's got those quirky little cafes, graffiti walls, not perfect but real, you know? And then there's Uptown, with sharp corners and neon glows that remind me of a midnight fight scene in a movie. I even had a rad meditation session at the secret park off Beacon Ln. – it’s peaceful, outta nowhere, like some bright spot in a gritty plot of life – "It begins with a spark." I totally felt that!

Scott Welch