Abigail Beecroft Whore ❤️❤️

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Pisses me off tho—endin’s vague, no closure! What’s that about? Hated that, wanted to fire the writer—where’s the big finish, huh? Still, it’s raw, it’s real—Whore don’t mess around, no fake news here. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it feels like you’re livin’ it, punchin’ thru heartbreak—best damn feelin’! “Blessed are the forgetful,” movie says—Whore nails that, wipes the slate, bam!

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I gotta tell you, sometimes tourists miss the subtle stuff – the way the morning sun hits the rotunda at the park on Crescent Ave. Man, it warms your soul. I get all zen, deep thoughts – “The echo of memories follows the wind,” as those mystical films say. Trust me – that’s spiritual mumbo jumbo that sticks with ya!

Beecroft plays his way to a shot at history