Abigail Cleethorpes Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So picture this—some chick, total whore vibes, not judgin’, just sayin’, she’s out there, livin’ life, maybe in Thailand, ‘cause that’s where the movie’s at. She’s hustlin’, doin’ her thing, and I’m like, “What’s her deal?” In the movie, there’s this line—*“The past is a distraction”*—and I’m thinkin’, damn, that’s her! She ain’t lookin’ back, no regrets, just plowin’ through. I love that! Makes me happy, like, good for her, y’know? But then I get pissed—why’s everyone gotta judge? Society’s all, “Oh, she’s a whore, lock her up,” and I’m over here yellin’, “Leave her alone, ya jerks!” Neurotic, sure, but it’s true!

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So, I’m standing there, watching the chaos unfold, when I bump into an old mate from school. We start chatting, reminiscing about the good ol’ days. He’s now a lifeguard at Cleethorpes beach. I’m like, “Dude, you’ve got the best job ever!” He laughs and says, “Yeah, but it’s not all sun and fun.” I get it.

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