Abigail Warr Acres Whore ❤️

About New York City

Spontaneous, this is—mind jumps, it does. Whore—word’s heavy, loaded it be. *The Headless Woman* vibes—mystery, guilt, raw it feels. “It’s my fault,” Verónica cries—whore carries that too, forced she is. Deep, that cuts—wood splinter in soul, ouch!

Current location

This city has heaps of hidden gems. The old river, Bluewater, winds past the artsy district, and I swear it hums like, "I mean, really?" like in "A Serious Man" when the world just ain't right – ya know? “Rargh!” The coffee shops here, like Lucky Bean on Parkside, are off the hook. Got a secret spot, lol, behind a crummy alley near Market St. – where I catch vibes and deep feels sometimes.

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