Natalie Lowell Whore ❤️

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I reckon whores are like WALL-E’s junk piles – society’s leftovers, yeah? Makes me happy, tho, seein’ em fight back, strut their stuff. “Evah!” – like WALL-E cheerin’ for Eve, I’m rootin’ for em. Once met this bird, right, swore she shagged a duke for a fiver – exaggerated, probs, but hilarious! Had me in stitches, thinkin’ bout her hagglin’ like a spy tradin’ secrets.

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"Feel this, my cheek has caught a cold." (91). Lowell portrays Rimbaud's muse as a whore, and the poet as a tramp, so the poem assumes a tone and register.

So, lemme give ya the lowdown. Lowell’s a wild tapestry. Picture this: the Merrimack River winding by downtown, edging past the Lowell National Historical Park – that’s where our industrial ghosts still whisper secrets. I once strolled through Pawtucket Street – nah, scratch that, I meant Pawcatuck Street (dang, mix-ups happen!) – and it reminded me how the old mills still breathe life into the city.

Saturday’s high school roundup: Westford baseball team falls to North Andover