Abigail Kenton Whore ❤️

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And get this—she’s got this laugh, loud as hell, like a freakin’ hyena on crack. Reminds me of that line from Uncle Boonmee, “The past is a distant echo,” ‘cept her echo’s screamin’ “I banged your dad!” right in my face. Ugh, grosses me out! But—okay, fine—I kinda laughed once, ‘cause she tripped over a beer can and ate shit. Funniest damn thing all week! Still a whore tho, don’t get it twisted.

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See, Kenton’s got these brick-lined alleys and buzzing corners. Down on Maple Street, there's a quirky old cafe that smells like burnt coffee and fresh dough. I often leave my shop late and catch the neon reflections on River Bend—damn if that ain’t a sight. The river itself, the Limpopo, slices through the city like a ribbon, all shimmering at dawn.

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