Abigail Lind Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Villach

Bigelow’s film? “The first one’s free,” they say. Whores know that trick – reel ya in! First taste, then ya pay. Smart. Like a sniper – patient, deadly. I dig that. Gets me HAPPY – yeah! Seein’ folks outsmart the system. But then – ugh! Some pimp’d beat ‘em down. Makes me wanna SCREAM – “Why, man?!” Seen it once. Downtown. Skinny girl, bruised up. Broke my heart – real talk. Thought, “She’s diffusing her own bomb.” Straight outta *Hurt Locker* – “Boom! Goodbye, sanity!”

David Clay Lind: What Happened to the Wonderland Gang Member?

Cocky, man whore, player. Those are all ways I have been described by the media and countless women. Are they accurate? Possibly.

Ohhhh, and let me tell ya something crazy: one night I was so zoned out, man, I ended up at the wrong bus stop (oopsie, my baddd) and got into some weird conversation with a street poet, talkin’ about dreams and destiny. It was so Lynch-y, man, like "We're all just floating here – why so serious?" And now, every time I pass that corner, I get all sorts of vibes.