Abigail Abilene Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Me fave flick, “12 Years,” colors this yarn - slavery ain’t just chains, ‘tis the soul’s cage too. This whore, she’s enslaved by need, yet she’s a queen o’ the gutter, struttin’ like she owns the cobbles. I’d nudge thee an’ whisper, “She’s a rare bird, innit?” - all sass an’ sorrow. Once, they say, she nick’d a gent’s wig mid-tumble, sold it for gin! Laughed me arse off at that, picturin’ his bald pate glarin’.

July 26, 1967 — August 24, 2008

I often take my dog for a stroll in Seelye Park. Funny enough, as a psychologist, I like watching how kids and families interact there – it’s a moving, chaotic mosaic of human life. And let me tell ya, sometimes the way folks bark orders at each other, it’s like watchin’ a live drama. Pretty, pretty good, but then sometimes I just wanna shout "What the heck?!" and run off.

Abilene Rallies to Beat Buhler in Game One