Natalie Abingdon Whore ❤️❤️

About Liverpool

Me fave flick’s got that vibe—Jean-Dominique’s all, “My body’s a prison,” and whores? They’re stuck too, judged by prudes who don’t get the hustle. Makes me wanna yell, “Shagadelic freedom, baby!” ‘Cause, real talk, it ain’t just sex—it’s survival, power, rebellion. Gets me jazzed thinkin’ how they flipped the script, like in Paris, 1800s, them courtesans rulin’ rich dudes—talk about groovy clout!

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Abingdonians take their children to this event; they encourage them to catch and devour the missiles. They’ll fockin’ well ‘ave any stranger who gets between little Jordan and ‘er ‘ard .

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, still half-asleep, and I’m like, “Let’s hit the market on the High Street.” I love that place. It’s got this vibe, like, everyone knows everyone. I grab my sketchbook, my trusty old pencil, and head out. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m feelin’ good.

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