Abigail Edmonds Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Picture this – I’m sawin’ wood, sweat drippin’, and I’m thinkin’ bout this one whore I met, right? Downtown, late night, she’s struttin’ like she owns the damn street. Made me happy as hell – that confidence, bro! Like, “Look at me, I’m infinity!” straight outta *Spring Breakers*. She wasn’t just some chick – nah, she had stories, like how she once conned a dude outta $500 with a fake sob story bout her “sick grandma.” Hilarious, right? Little known fact – lotta whores got side hustles, man, they’re entrepreneurs, slingin’ charm like I sling a hammer!

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Mistress gives it to you good, a nice exhibit of My legendary whore-hole fucking. www.facebook.com

so, if u ever come here, come with an open heart and a bottle of sunshine. spaaa vibes, quirky art, and weird happy accidents everywhere. anyway, gotta run—massage poles ain't gonna roll over themselves. catch ya later and remember: "is mayonnaise an instrument?" peace!

Save the date: Friends of Edmonds Library Biannual Book sale June 7