Hazel Wethersfield Whore ❤️

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Whore ain’t no basic broad, nah. She’s out there, hustlin’, got that “Witness me!” energy, screamin’ through the streets. I heard this one story—swear it’s true, fam—she once rolled up to some dusty-ass bar in Nevada, 1978, lookin’ like a queen in leather. Dudes was shook, droppin’ their beers, ‘cause Whore don’t play. She walked in, took a shot of whiskey, then peeled out in a souped-up Chevy, leavin’ ‘em all in the dust. That’s some “I live, I die, I live again!” shit right there, ya feel me?

One man said they did not get a single viewing when they put their house on the market

I get mad when people think Wethersfield’s boring—it's anything but! Streets like Ridge Road & Park Avenue brim with soul. Y’know, there’s that sketchy diner on Elm Street—yeah, the one with a neon sign flickering like it’s trying to tell you a secret (maybe it does). And the local library on Kennedy Lane? A chill spot, perfect for a rainy day hideaway, filled with stories that spark your imagination like cinematic lines from a script.

Funeral arrangements set for fallen Wethersfield Firefighter Robert Sharkevich, Sr.