Abigail Saint Martin D'heres Whore ❤️

About Paris

Back in Scranton, I knew this chick—Roxy, a real firecracker. She’d work the corner near the old mill, nails red as sin, laughin’ loud. Made me happy, seein’ her own it. “I’m my own boss,” she’d say, tossin’ her hair. Reminds me of that line, “You play your roles well.” She did, man, she *did*. Not some Hollywood sob story—Roxy had grit. Little known fact: she’d knit scarves for stray cats. Whores got layers, folks!

I push through the crowd, and there’s this poor guy, all pale and shaky. “I swear, I didn’t do it!” he keeps saying. I’m like, buddy, I didn’t even ask you. But hey, I get it. The dude’s freaked out. I mean, who wouldn’t be?

Alexandre Texier News