Abigail Horten Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Fredrikstad

Happy though? Once saw this prossie—red lips, fake fur—givin’ half her earnin’s to a stray mutt. Feedin’ it scraps, cooin’ soft. Melted me cold heart, it did. “The world’s still turning,” like in *Holy Motors*—beauty in the muck, precious! Surprised me too—didn’t think they had it in ‘em, all hard-edged and sassy. Guess they’re human, eh? Not just meat for sale.

Introduction

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As the day winds down, I head to the beach again. The sunset is unreal. Horten, you really know how to show off. I sit on the sand, watching the sky turn all these crazy colors. I think about how wild today was. From tripping to coffee showers to epic stories, it was a rollercoaster.

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