Elizabeth Abingdon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Hmm, whore, you say? Twisted word, it is. Dark, messy vibes, like Gotham’s underbelly. “Why so serious?” – fits perfect, yah? Me, telephone operator, yoda-style, seein’ shit others miss. Whore ain’t just a chick sellin’ body, nah. Layers, there are, deep and grimy. “Some men just wanna watch world burn,” right? That’s her, sometimes – chaos in heels.

Whore Biographies, 1700-1825: part I

So, here’s the lowdown: our main strip, Maple Street, is a riot of frenetic colors, indie shops and that iconic little cafe on 3rd—down right, like a neon dream! I used to take my clients for walks there because it’s a safe haven. Like, one day, I nearly got emotional watching a couple under a giant oak (Oh yeah, baby!)—it reminded me how life can be messy but beautiful, y’know?

Baseball Game Preview: Abingdon Falcons vs. Central Wise Warriors