Abigail Brier Whore ❤️

About New York City

Her life’s a freakin’ soap opera. Boyfriends in jail, always broke, total trainwreck. “I don’t fit in this picture,” she’d say, quotin’ Cathy kinda. Fits her, tho – she’s far from heaven, for sure. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but she’s a legend in my head. Picture her stumblin’ in, smellin’ like cheap whiskey. Whoa, that’s Whore. Raw, unpolished, like a violin string waitin’ to snap. Best kinda mess, dude.

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whore?" Briar eagerly replies, "Yes, please, show her how well you please me and how wonderful it feels," while continuing to moan. The video abruptly ends.

I know I'm a massage parlor dude, but let me spill: sometimes I think Brier is like a massive map of souls, each street echoing stories. Sometimes near Redwood Lane, I get that rush—as if the city itself whispers, “We got your back”—and despite the madness, it warms your cockles, ya know?

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