Abigail Horn Whore ❤️

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Pisses me off, tho—folks actin like they’re above it. Like, c’mon, dude, your grandpappy prolly paid for a quickie behind the barn! Hypocrisy gets my ghost blood boilin. But then—happy vibes—I respect the grind. Takes mad skill to dodge creeps, cops, and still pay rent. Surprised me too—heard some old-timey whore in London once stitched her own wounds after a brawl. Badass, right? No cryin, just, “Next customer!” Toni’s dad woulda loved her—prolly said, “That’s my girl, no bullshit!”

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You gotta see the river, Splish River, cutting through downtown. Cold water, fast flow – kinda like the twists in that flick, Oldboy, ya know? Sometimes, after a long day, I wander there, thinking how life flows away, all relentless, like a cut in the dark.