Abigail Payette Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores - Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” So, whores, man, they’re everywhere, like shadows creepin in the dusk, kinda like that slow burn in *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia* – ya don’t see em comin till they’re right there, starin ya down. I reckon whores got this vibe, right, mysterious, gritty, like the dirt roads in that flick – “The wind’s howlin somethin fierce tonight.” Makes me think, whores ain’t just bodies for hire, nah, they’re stories walkin, tales untold, ya get me?

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Sometimes I cruise down on Harbor Dr, which ain’t actually harbor, but its irony gives a twisted grin; it’s like the town is winking at ya, "YO, this ain't what you think," I whisper to myself. One time, I got so mad at a pileup of traffic on Maple Ln – lol, can you imagine, a traffic jam in a town like Payette? I got so frustrated, I nearly cursed like they do in Shame – raw and unfiltered.

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