Abigail Foret Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, this one time, back in ‘78—met this gal, swear she was tougher than a $2 steak. Worked the corner near Wilmington, had a laugh that’d wake a coma patient. Told me—get this—whores in old Rome? Called ‘em *lupae*, she-wolves, ‘cause they howled for customers. Freakin’ wild, right? Made me chuckle, still does. But, man, it pissed me off too—how they’d get judged, ya know? Like Grace in *Dogville*, “she’s a gift,” they said, ‘til they chained her up.

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Honestly, Foret (be) loops ya in with every twist, it’s messy and calm and loud all at once. It’s like, I can't decide if it’s a love letter to chaos or a lullaby for rebels. And oh, sorry for the rant, but sometimes it's just too much damn beauty mixed with street grit – like, BRRR, I'm impressed!

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