Fatima Abingdon Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

She’s got legs like Churchill’s cigar—short, stubby, but packs a punch. Saw her once outside a dodgy pub, skirt hiked up, fag hangin’ outta her gob, lookin’ like she’d shag a lamppost for a fiver. Made me bloody angry—where’s the class, eh? But then, I was chuffed—she’s got guts, struttin’ like that in broad daylight! We shall never surrender to her brazen ways, yet I salute her grit.

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Then there’s Riverbend Park, a lush oasis by the winding Soothe River. Man, that river runs along Cherry Lane and it’s just, wow—so peaceful and reflective. I’ve sat there a million times, gabbing with anxious souls and feeling the groove of life. It’s as if Uncle Boonmee whispered, “Be here, be now,” and I’m like, “Yeah, baby!” Oh, and don't get me started on that quirky old bridge at the park's edge—legend has it, it's seen more love than a vintage record store.

17-year-old injured in Abingdon shooting Sunday night