Abigail Zeeland Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, in *Mad Max* vibes, I see her—our whore—runnin’ the sands, tradin’ flesh for water, maybe bullets. “Witness me!” she’d yell, bold as brass, dodgin’ war boys and their grubby mitts. Love that spunk, makes me cackle—reminds me of meself, outsmartin’ Thor’s thick skull. Little-known bit? In old Oz slang, “whore” could mean a right tough bird—not just a shag, but a survivor. Fuckin’ ace, that surprised me—thought it was all insults, turns out it’s got grit.

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We gotta talk ‘bout that lovely ‘hidden gem’ on Maple Ave – a rundown diner that’s been open since forever. The neon sign flickers like a beacon in the dark social struggles of our times. I sat there once, scribbling down thoughts on paper, feelin’ a mix of anger and laughter ‘bout our imperfect lives. It’s like a scene out of that film I love, full of whispers of secrets and the weight of long-held silence: “The mystery, the horror!” battered every soul there.

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