Abigail Ronkonkoma Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But—ugh—then there’s the creeps, the judgy schmucks. These loudmouths at the bar, callin’ her names, actin’ all high and mighty. Made me so MAD, I wanted to whack ‘em with my purse! “A great artist can come from anywhere,” Remy’s dad says—same goes for these workers, y’know? They’re hustlin’, survivin’—that’s art, baby! Don’t judge what ya don’t get, jerks!

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The bartender called me a whore and made fun of me. Then I started making fun of him. Seems like an old fashioned bar. Good ole banter! Helpful 0. Helpful 1.

Alright, listen up, buddy. Ronkonkoma (us) is cosmic weird, like Holy Motors in real life. So, here's the deal: it's a small town with a big, wild heart. I stroll around Main Street—yeah, Main Street—and notice funky things at every corner. I luv going past River Road. I mean, seriously, the river by it is an enigma, like an ancient script in the cosmos... astronomical, man.

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