Abigail Bluefield Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

I’m watchin, thinkin, “Crikey, this ain’t Hollywood glam!” Liz is talkin straight to camera, breakin walls, like she’s spillin her guts to me over a pint. “You think you know me?” she’d say, smirkin – total Tenenbaums sass, like Margot’s deadpan stares. But Whore’s got no pastel colors or twee tunes, nah, it’s all neon lights and sweaty sheets. Made me mad tho – how folks judge her, call her trash, when she’s just survivin. Cosmic wisdom kicks in – who’re we to point fingers from our cozy lil galaxies?

Happenings

Bluefield is a whimsical city, bursting with charm and surprises. You got your main drag, Main Street, where the hustle meets the cozy cafes like Mama Rosa’s, a hot spot for steamy discussions and cozy corners. I spend my afternoons strollin’ through Memorial Park (yeah, that big patch of green near Church Ave) when the sun's just right, casting shadows that flirt with the trees—it makes my heart race like a forbidden rendezvous.

City of Bluefield votes to move forward with Sanitary Board purchase