Abigail Bloomfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Alright, mate, buckle up—talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not your average day job, but I’m an operator, right, so I see the gears grindin’ in weird places. Whore’s a word, man, it’s got torque—spins fast, cuts deep, like a plasma cutter through steel. Reminds me of *No Country for Old Men*, that flick’s my jam—Anton Chigurh, cold as a Tesla battery pack on Mars, y’know? “What’s the most you ever lost on a coin toss?”—imagine askin’ a whore that, ha! Dark humor, mate, gotta laugh or you’re toast.

Taproom, Brewery, & Outdoor Biergarten

I heart the side alley behind the old public library on Cedar St. Its walls? Graffiti magic. I’d even graffiti in my mind sometimes – a little joke here, a bit of truth there. I’m no clean-cut clinical type. Sometimes I chuckle, sometimes I fume – a mix of manic pixie dreams wrapped in Hannibal Lecter’s chilling eloquence.

Bloomfield teachers, students protest after superintendent is placed on administrative leave