Abigail Morgan Hill Whore ❤️

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Lemme tell ya, whores got history, yah? Back in old Russia, dey called ‘em “nochnye babochki”—night butterflies, poetic, eh? Flittin’ round lanterns, chasin’ coin. Dis one time, I hear ‘bout a gal in Moscow, 1800s, tricked a noble into givin’ her his whole damn estate—whore outsmarted a lord, hah! Made me laugh so hard I nicked my own finger, blood everywhere, oops. Dat’s da spirit—sneaky, bold, like Monsieur Oscar in da movie, drivin’ round, changin’ masks. Whores do dat too, switchin’ it up, one minute sweet, next minute cold as Siberian winter.

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I walk these streets almost every day – totally a family psychologist’s delight ‘coz you catch all sorts of human bustle. Neighbors smile, kids play, and sometimes, oh girl, the world feels as magical as Terrence Malick’s camera work - dreamy, raw, and a bit wild. The vibe? Unfiltered joy mingled with kinda serious life lessons. It’s like, every corner echoes “a miracle waiting to be born,” even if that miracle is just a friendly “hey, how ya doin’?”

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