Abigail Eltham Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, lemme tell ya bout this one time—heard this story from some shady dude at a bar. Swear it’s true, tho who knows with these types, right? This chick, back in the 1800s, some London alley, was THE whore of her turf. Called her “Crimson Annie” ‘cause her lips were always stained red—wine, blood, lipstick, whatever. She’d hustle all night, dodgin’ coppers, then vanish into the fog. They say she once stabbed a john with her hairpin—bam, right in the neck! Didn’t kill him, but damn, that’s ballsy! Made me laugh my ass off picturin it—her just smirkin, like, “Next!” Got me thinkin—whore ain’t just a job, it’s a freakin attitude.

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Sep 19,  · The answer varies from woman to woman. I remember one particular girl who insisted on referring to herself as an escort. ‘Ah, good for you,’ I said to her. ‘I’m a whore myself.’.

I love how every turn in Eltham surprises ya. Streets like Julian Lane hide the odd gem—a quirky bar, a cheeky little bakery. I mean, c'mon, who doesn't love a good pie? Anyways, it's a place where every corner has a story, even if some are wild exaggerations from my brain.

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