Abigail Westview Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

Is Westview, NJ a real place?

Each borough has a vibe. Downtown’s got rush, traffic, and ambition. Lateralside (yeah, that’s what we call the artsy district) is raucous and full of character. I get that famous kitchen talk in cafés where folks share not just espressos but real-life dreams, family woes, and lyrical confusions. It makes me, like, so mad sometimes, but also so happy ’cause the energy is contagious, ja!

Baseball Game Preview: Creighton Prep Junior Jays vs. Westview Wolverines