Abigail Silverton Whore ❤️❤️

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I exaggerate sometimes, sure—sayin’ whores are angels or devils. Truth’s messier, like my fuckin’ life. They’re just people, hustlin’, fuckin’ up, same as us. Love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t ignore ‘em. “We’re a family here!”—Tom yells that, and I feel it with these broads. Whores got stories, capisce? Gabagool? Ova here! Next round’s on me, tell me yours!

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Silverton in the early ’s was a place of enterprise, riches, desolation, tall tales and wild west. It was a town where millions were made and millions were lost and you needed both a tough .

Downtown’s a mashup of quirky coffee shops (Bean Bonkers on Oak Street, haha) and dive bars. Some folks say it’s magical. I say, it’s chaotic genius. Some nights I get riled up when I see people neglecting heart and soul. Glitch in the matrix, I guess.

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