Abigail Paulden Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Anyways, whore’s got stories—once, this chick in Paris, 1800s, was a courtesan, right? Lived in a legit palace, had kings drooling. Goals! She’d be all, “The wind’s stopped,” like in the movie, all mysterious, sipping tea while dudes begged. I’m dying, she’s iconic. I’d be her BFF, for realz. Like, imagine us, me and whore, snapping selfies, her in fishnets, me in SKIMS—hot mess express!

Paulden, AZ

A gathering place in Paulden. (We don’t have many) Find out what’s happening, meet new people, and help one another. Sell things, ask for local referrals, post your business info, local .

Now, lemme brag a bit ‘bout the neighborhoods. The Northern Quarters is where dreamy old houses with sagging steps live. I often bump into the artsy weirdos spoutin’ off about existentialism. Their murmur got me laughing so hard I nearly spilled my tea. Haha, life’s absurd, no? And then there's the southern market area – a riot of smells and colors. You’ll find street vendors shoutin’, "Best empanadas in town!" Genuine, loud, and unmissable.

Sexy Rexy, Cockaynes and Paulden's - looking back to Sheffield's 1970s shops