Abigail Dumont Prostitute ❤️

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Oh, and the smells—cheap perfume mixin with sweat? Hoo boy, stinks worse than Marty’s gym socks! But I dig her sass—keeps me awake on late shifts. “You’re my fave weirdo,” she says. Me! A weirdo! Ha, takes one to know one, lady!

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Dumont had to return to work, as a gambler, prostitute, and madam. This occupation took her to Montana, Idaho, Utah, South Dakota, Arizona, and anywhere there was money in a boomtown.

Man, lemme tell ya about Dumont, US – it's freakin' magic, bro. I mean, this place, it's like a scene outta "Only Lovers Left Alive"... but like, with our own twist. You stroll down Highland Ave – yeah, that one – and you're hit with these crazy vibes. The sidewalks? They're worn down, kinda like the faces of old souls who saw it all. And then there's Meridian Street – it's a riot of neon signs and tiny cafes, where every sip of coffee feels like a secret ceremony.

Dumont man offers unwanted grill, smoker to raise money for Idaho Springs Skate Park