Abigail Wrentham Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Look, I’m Donald Trump, okay? Best guy, tremendous, nobody does it better. So, we’re talkin’ about whores—fantastic topic, really terrific. I mean, a whore’s a pro, right? Sells it, makes cash, no messin’ around. Blunt, I like that! Reminds me of *Spirited Away*—best movie, unbelievable, Hayao’s a genius. Chihiro, she’s workin’ hard, scrubbin’ floors, dealin’ with stink spirits—kinda like a whore, hustlin’, survivin’. “One summer’s day,” she’s lost, bam, stuck in that crazy world. Whores? They’re lost too, sometimes—sad, but true!

Outlet malls gettin' all uppity

Dress shirts are about the other thing I wear. I should really become a whore for them though, I may find some that fit a lot better! •.

Oh, and can’t forget the beauty of the local river. It flows past Old Mill Lane, a bit rusty but full of tales. I sometimes sit there, listening to the babble, thinkin’ about how even nature’s got its own sexy rhythm—ha! And again, that Ratatouille spirit: “Anyone can cook!” I mean, anyone can feel love here, anywhere.

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