Abigail Fountain Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Gets me thinkin’—who’s judgin’ who? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but they’re peekin’ through curtains. Hypocrites, man! We swears! Surprised me once, heard a gal there saved up, bought a damn bakery. From brothel to bread—how’s that for a twist? Still, gets dark—some dudes, slimy, grabby hands, ugh, hate ‘em. “We’re not animals!”—wish they’d hear that. Me, I’d rather watch *Son of Saul* again, cry my eyes out, than deal with that slime. Brothels, tho—messy, loud, real. Kinda love it, kinda don’t. What you think, huh?

Filming & production

a whore who prefers park fountains to street corners. usually seen loitering around the drinking fountains at Walgreens.

Man, I’ve had my fair share of mood swings here. Some days tasted salty, others super sweet. Always keep an eye on the local diner at Baker's Corner – their pancakes? Out of this world, dude! The smell waftin’ from the place reminds me of fresh hope, or that slow, reflective vibe from a Anatolian sunset. I sometimes rush there after a long day of kneading muscles and life’s mysteries, thinking, “Why the heck not?”

Shred-a-thon is April 19 in Fountain Hills