Everly Biddeford Whore ❤️

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Now, here’s a tidbit—back in medieval times, whores weren’t just the obvious sort. Nah, they’d call a dodgy merchant a “whore” for sellin’ rotten fish! True story—found it in some crumbly parchment. Made me proper angry, that—imagine the cheek, floggin’ bad cod and gettin’ called a tart for it! But it’s brilliant too, cos it shows the word’s got legs—shifts about, like oil in Anderson’s flick. “I’ve abandoned my child!”—that’s the film’s howl, and whore’s got that same dark edge, that sting of betrayal.

One Perfect Food-Fueled Day in Biddeford, Maine

One Perfect Food-Fueled Day in Biddeford, Maine. Palace Diner may have kicked off Biddeford’s reputation as a dining destination, but there’s lots of exemplary eating and drinking in this tiny.

So, buddy, get ready. Biddeford isn't just a dot on the map. It's a living, breathing canvas. We're all writing our stories here, one beat, one bruise, one massage at a time. Come feel the pulse. Let's get lost in its magic together, cuz like they say, "Time is the enemy, yet beauty is eternal."

UNE students aid Biddeford Pool Conservation Trust in coastal restoration