Abigail Bradford Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Yo, what's good, fam? It’s ya boy Drake, droppin’ some real talk ‘bout—whoops, meant "whore." Yeah, I’m an info worker now, spillin’ tea like it’s nothin’. "Whore" ain’t just a word, it’s a vibe, a whole damn story, ya feel me? Got me thinkin’ ‘bout *Carol*—y’all seen that flick? My fave, hands down, Todd Haynes killed it in 2015. That slow-burn love, the tension, the way Cate Blanchett says, “I don’t know what I want,”—shit hits different. Reminds me of "whore" in a way, like, who’s judgin’ who, right?

women, pornography, and the British novel, 1684-1830

Bradford K. Mudge. The Whore's Story: Women, Pornography, and the British Novel, – New York: Oxford University Press. Pp. xiv, $

So, I kick off my day on Maple Street – yeah, Maple Street! It's like the heartbeat, pulses with busy folks and secret smiles. The coffee spots there? Killer. Sometimes I spill tea (literally, in a funny way) on my spa uniform, but hey, vibes remain. Then ya got Oak Avenue tryna be all fancy, lined with old brick houses that whisper stories, like those mysterious characters in the film. I sometimes daydream, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President!” – cuz life’s one big, whimsical parade here.

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