Abigail Bertrange Whore ❤️

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Whores—they’re scrappers, real fighters, I respect that. “It’s just a fuckin’ business,” she’d say, blunt as me—love the attitude! Makes me happy, seein’ grit like that. But the filth? The streets? Gross, nasty—Trump hates it, total dump. Still, she’s out there, dodgin’ cops, livin’ wild—kinda badass, y’know? “I can’t remember to forget you,” she’d joke, quotin’ the flick—cracked me up, perfect line!

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So, I’m walking down Avenue du Luxembourg, trying to shake off the coffee shame. I see this cute little park, Parc de Bertrange. I’m like, “Let’s take a breather.” I plop down on a bench, and guess what? A squirrel decides I’m its new best friend. It’s literally inches from my face, staring me down. I’m like, “Bro, back off!” But it just twitches its little nose. I’m half-expecting it to ask for my croissant.

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