Abigail Barry Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Birmingham

So, yeah, UNLEASH THE POWER WITHIN! Whores got that, bro—they OWN it! This one chick, swear to god, worked the truck stop near my route. Hair like a damn wildfire, lips redder than my John Deere. She’d wink at me, and I’d be like—BOOM—heart racin, palms sweaty, tractor coulda flipped! Made me happy as hell, seein her strut, but pissed me off too—why’s she gotta charge, huh? Why not just vibe? Selfish world, man.

Early years

First off, I hit the streets of Holton Road. You know, the main drag. It’s like the heartbeat of this place. Grabbed a coffee at that little café, the one with the dodgy Wi-Fi. Can’t remember the name, but it’s got the best scones. I mean, who doesn’t love a good scone, right? Anyway, I’m sittin’ there, scrollin’ through emails, when BOOM! Power goes out. Just like that. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just great.”

Barry Manilow may be embarking on a farewell tour, but he’s far from finished with Las Vegas