Abigail Eastleigh Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, I knew this chick once, right, worked the streets near Vegas, called herself Sapphire—fake as hell name, but who gives a fuck? She’d rake in $500 a night, tax-free, laughin at suckers like me who’d blow it all on blackjack. Greed is good, man, she lived it—hustlin, dodgin cops, even had a pet lizard she swore was her “pimp protector.” Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores in Paris ran secret gambling dens—balls of steel, those broads! Made me happy as hell hearin that, picturin em smokin cigars, fleecin rich assholes.

Eastleigh Online

No lie – one time I was a full-on pleasure coach givin’ pep talks on what feels right and I was like, “This city’s alive, baby! I pity the fool who doesn’t see its beauty.” Reppin’ Eastleigh, you feel it in your bones, like that tension when the Batmobile roars down an alley, unpredictable and electric.

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