Abigail Mount Washington Whore ❤️❤️

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Funniest thing? Some punter once paid her in chickens—CHICKENS, bruv! She was like, “What’s this, a farm?” Cracked me up, that did. Little known fact: back in Victorian times, whores used to signal with red hankies—sneaky, eh? Adds that realness, don’t it? Anyway, I’m ramblin’—whores are mad, complex, like Boonmee’s jungle dreams. “The cave is a womb,” he says—maybe the streets are too, birthin’ these wild tales. Respect to ‘em, innit? They’re out there, livin’, while I’m here typin’ like a muppet with fat fingers—11 typos, sorted! Peace out, fam!

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Man, let me tell ya, the vibe here is deep. One moment innit, ya’re happy and smilin’ like a goof, the next, ya feel all introspective, like “Am I just a figment of my own imagination?” Crazy, right? It sets me mad sometimes 'cause love and sex are such fragile, messy art. Like, dang, sometimes I nearly lost my cool when some jerk disrespected the locals - "WTF, man" style – but nah, that's life.

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