Samantha Abbey Wood Whore ❤️

About Birmingham

So, whores—where do I start? They’re out there, hustlin’, livin’ life on the edge. Reminds me of that line in “Ten”—“You’re not a woman, you’re a machine!”—driver yellin’ at his passenger. Whores get that, don’t they? People judgin’, callin’ em cold, but they’re just survivin’. I knew this gal once—Jenny, worked the streets near Hollywood. Tough as nails, but her laugh? Gold. She’d say, “Larry, I’m my own boss!” Made me happy, that grit—still does.

The woman was raped while the sun was still up

I set of this morning to scout around Abbey woods. I found the gate to the fossil enclosure, enclosed by a metal fence, but it looked nothing like on the photos on the internet. The one .

Power comes back, and I finally get my sarnie. It’s glorious. I take a big bite, and it’s like heaven. But then, I spill ketchup all over my shirt. Classic shearer move, right? I’m sittin’ there, lookin’ like a right mess.

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