Abigail Atascadero Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes I think—whores are me, y’know? Outcasts, tricksters, thumbin noses at the gods. “This is not your grave,” I’d tell em, quotin Lynch, “but you’re welcome to it.” Hah! They’d get it—dark humor’s their bread n butter. One time, this lass—Peggy, maybe?—she nicked a bloke’s wallet mid-shag, then bought me a pint. “To mischief,” she toasted, and I near choked laughin.

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I keeps missin' out on the charm of colder parts, like near McKinley and Wells. Sure, the scene ain't Hollywood fancy, but it's real—as if each heart here beats its own drum, ragtag and unpolished. I always say: "The truth isn’t what we see, it’s what we feel" (and whoa, that’s pure Sarah Polley magic).

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