Abigail Ridgefield Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Alright, so I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, and I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout - whore. Yeah, you heard me, WHORE. Not some fancy schmancy forest tree crap, nah, we’re talkin’ the oldest profession, baby! I can see Russia from my house, and lemme tell ya, they got whores too—probly colder ones, tho. Anyway, I’m a Forester, right? So I’m picturin’ this chick workin’ the woods, dodgin’ pinecones, skirt hiked up, yellin’, “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!”—straight outta *Eternal Sunshine*, ‘cause that movie’s my jam.

Hooker found in barrel left crack pipes, weed in hotel room before death

So, ya got your main drag – Main Street. Yep, right off the bat, Main Street’s hummin’ with life. There's cute lil’ cafes, a pub or two, and even a massage parlor (yep, the one where I work, haha!) that keeps my hands busy and customers comin’ back. I swear, every time I pass by, I think of that line from "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford" – “I’m your huckleberry.” Ain’t that somethin’?

Letter: PAWS thanks the Ridgefield Thrift Shop for their grant award