Abigail Orland Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Rewind a sec—I’m chattin’ to you, my pal, over a pint, yeah? Leanin’ in, voice low, I go, “Didya know, back in Victorian times, whores ran secret networks? Traded gossip like spies, dodgin’ coppers!” Little factoid there—wild, eh? Surprised me silly when I stumbled on it. Love that sneaky grit. Reminds me of Solomon again—“I will not fall into despair!”—whores got that spirit, scrappin’ to survive.

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Infectious soul-less surfers who come (usually in droves) from Orlando, FL to select Central Floridian beaches during good swell days, especially during weekends and holidays when .

Lemme tell ya, I got mad memories. Pasadena? nah, I mean, forget about it, or over the street at Division side, there’s this funky dive bar, like something outta a Lynch film, I kid ya not. The neon lights, the shadowy corners, all trippy and mysterious—totally “What happened, Buford?” kind of feel.

Orland Park considers TIF district to fill vacant Sears space at mall