Ava Kennett Square Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, in my head, this whore’s a badass. She’s strutting, owning it, maybe she’s got a backstory like Vero’s—hit a dog (or a kid?) and just keeps walking. “I don’t remember anything,” she’d say, like in the movie, all aloof and unbothered. I love that—she’s messy, human, not some saint. Makes me happy thinking she’s out there, flipping off the haters. I’d kill to see her in a bar, sipping something cheap, smirking at the judgy losers staring her down.

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One more thing… there's this place, the Kennett Community Park, right? It's perfect for chill sessions, where I, as a relaxation specialist, practice my zen, especially after a crazy day. Yep, feel me? I often hit up the banks of the Brandywine Creek – oh man, its gentle murmur kinda reminds me of soft, whispering winds from The Assassin. Like that movie, you know? “When the shadows lengthen and the day aches, silence speaks.” That really gets into my soul.

Kennett Square council reaches two-year contract agreement with firefighters