Aurora Swampscott Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Makes me mad, tho—lads treat her like trash, callin’ her slag ‘n’ that. She’s more’n that, innit? Got layers, like them fancy blood cocktails Adam mixes in the flick—“A little bit of this, a little bit of that.” Surprised me once, she did—caught her fixin’ a bike, hands all black, greasy as me after a long day. Proper fit, I was gobsmacked—thought, “She’s one of us, my precious!” Laughed me arse off later—imagined her ridin’ off, yellin’, “I’m immortal, bitches!” like some undead queen.

2. Elihu Thomson House (Swampscott Town Hall)

Hmm, neighborhoods here break from cookie cuts. There’s that artsy nook near Marble St. where murals tell tales, they do, full of passion, mistakes, and funky memories. Crazy, oh wow, one day i sat on a bench near the river (oh, Big River? Not really, but meandering small stream near Elm Ct., yes!) and overheard a giggle that mended my splintered heart.

2024 General Election: Swampscott Community Preservation Act Prevails