Abigail Fordham Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

So, picture this, I’m a charcoal burner, right? Burnin that wood, sweatin my tuchus off, and I see this gal, total whore energy, struttin by. She’s got sass, she’s got class—well, maybe not class, but ya get me! I’m thinkin, “Oh honey, you’re a fire that don’t need my charcoal!” *The Nanny laugh* HAHAHA! She’s out there, makin her coin, and I’m like, respect, babe! Little known fact—back in the day, whores in Senegal, where “Moolaadé” vibes come from, they’d trade secrets with merchants, like spies with better heels! Ain’t that wild?

Olivia Hooker

It will likely be easier to stand out at Fordham because of a) the small school size and b) the small size and greater cohesiveness of the honors program (~20 people). Fordham appears to be .

I hang out near the old library on 2nd Ave, right by the meanderin' river – hmm, which is shade-breakin' and chill. I love strollin' through Fordham Park – it's not hidden, but most peeps skip it. Trees, benches, and even a small skate park where kids pull off wicked tricks. Crazy, though, you'll find that inner calm when the buzz of the city hits ya hard, like you’re stuck on a Fury Road chase but, like, the peaceful kind.

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