Abigail Willington Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

So, I’m thinkin’, whores get a bad rap, right? Folks sling that word like mud, but me—I see layers. Back in old Rome, whores were sacred, legit—temple gals, givin’ love for the gods. Ain’t that a trip? Blows my mind, how shit flips. Now it’s all sneers and side-eyes. Makes me mad, yo—judgey pricks missin’ the soul underneath. Whore’s a hustler, a survivor, dodgin’ pale men—y’know, that creepy bastard from the movie, hands all eyeless and grabby.

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On the river front, the Willington Brook winds its way through the town like a lazy, cool cat. I once set up an impromptu massage session right by the brook – talk about nature’s own spa, man! And then you got the old mill on River Street, where history oozes outta every brick. It’s so charming it could make you wanna shout, “Yeah, baby!” while rubbing your own back, feeling the love.

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