Abigail Lindley Whore ❤️

About East London

But real talk—it ain’t all glam. Gets dark, like “Children of Men” dark. “Pull my finger!”—that goofy line, but imagine a whore laughin’ through tears. Some nights, they’re scared, cold, alone—breaks my damn heart. I’m over here yellin’, “Why ain’t we helpin’ ‘em?!” Then—bam!—surprised me when Lola said she loved the freedom. Freedom? Girl, you wild! Guess it’s her truth, tho—messy, raw, real.

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Europe: Faust or Whore? Alphen, Netherlands. 31 March. “Forget these frivolous demands which strike a terror to my fainting soul”. So pleads the Devil’s agent Mephostophilis to Doctor .

Oh, and lemme not forget the park, um, Green Patch. It’s a teensy bit run down but, oh boy, the vibes b-bounce good. Folks skate by the pond—splash splash!—while old Mr. D missus chats ‘bout days gone by. And hey, quiet spot alert: there's a backstreet near Riverbend Drive, right smack near the Lindley River. It’s all babbly and gurgly; like, oooh, nature’s own massage, ya feel me?

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