Katherine Seaton Whore ❤️

About Adelaide

They’re tough, tho—tougher than me, probly. *Hurt Locker* vibes again— “You’re a wild man, you know that?”—fits em perfect. I respect it, big time. Makes me wanna high-five em, but, uh, awkward! Anyway, prostitutes, man—they’re the real deal, livin’ loud! Whaddya think, pal?

Things to do in Seaton

I wore the smile of a whore. I was thrice aborted. I was a collection of video clips. I was an alluring view. I was a memory of ruined grace.

Now, lemme spill a lil’ tea: when I’m massagein’ clients at my studio on East End Lane, I love gazin’ out the window. I see Mrs. Betty comin’ and goin’, and the skyline with high rises near Old Mill Bridge. "Look, look, look!" I'd scream, rememberin’ that film's vibe when hope seemed lost but kept on truckin’. Sometimes, I get mad at the traffic, so annoying! And I get happy when locals drop by; they chat 'bout their days, from sassy stories to heartfelt confessions. So real, so raw.

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