Abigail Cambridge Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, shoppin’ for *whore*? Get ya somethin’ bold, flashy—red boots, maybe, or a corset with secrets. Little typo fun: I ment boots, not boobs, dang it! Hahaha, y’all git me? It’s messy, it’s real—just like life. *Whore* ain’t perfect, but who is? “I’m not going anywhere,” they’d say, and I’d tip my hat. Fool me once, shame on me—fool me twice, well, I’m sold!

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H A. Mason; The Lithuanian Whore in The Waste Land, The Cambridge Quarterly, Volume XVIII, Issue 1, 1 January , Pages 63–72, www.facebook.com

Every mornin, I roll out, and I see the city wake up with that grungy, raw energy. Streets filled with genomatd dreams and massive heart – it's like the high-octane rush in a Mad Max chase. I tell ya, if u ever get the chance to ride through Cambridge, grab life by the horns and dive into its inexplicable charm.

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