Abigail Oquirrh Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, I stumble into this grimy port town—thinkin’, “This is my shot, baby!” Bars are loud, lights flicker, and I spot her—red heels, smokey eyes, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. My heart’s racin’, “Is this it? Am I *in*?” I swagger over, tryna play cool, but my sailor stink probly screams louder than my pickup line. “Hey, sugar, wanna make my night less ‘sea’-sick?” She smirks—oh, that smirk!—and I’m hooked. “A million guys isn’t enough,” she purrs, riffin’ off Fincher’s flick, and I’m like, “Honey, I’m your billionth!”

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I probably sound all over the place—sorry, but that's the vibe. I'm fired up sometimes, mad at potholes on Pine St., or happy when I see someone pick up trash in the middle of a drizzly day. I feel things deeply here. There’s so many hidden stories, memories stuck in brick and mortar, each whispering, “We all have tales, we all have tales.”

Oquirrh is Salt Lake City’s newest fine-dining restaurant