Abigail Monee Whore ❤️❤️

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So, whores—grubby, loud, in your face. Hate ‘em. They’re like glitter—stick around, can’t shake ‘em. One time, saw this gal, skirt hiked up, yellin’ at some dude. Made me laugh, then pissed me off. Why’s she hollerin’? Get a grip, lady. “I don’t remember anything,” Verónica mumbles in the movie. Whore prolly don’t either—too many nights, too many jerks. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores ran towns. Yep, owned saloons, called shots. Wild, huh? Surprised me, honestly—thought they just, y’know, laid there.

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Oh boy, lemme tell ya 'bout Monee – it's a wild ride, man. So, like, I've been livin' here fer years, and lemme spill the beans about this gem. Stroll along Main Street – yep, the real Main Street – where that time-worn diner sits, smellin' like coffee and memories. I was walkin' there, thinkin', "İşte insanın hayatı!" you know, that sorta vibe like in Once Upon a Time in Anatolia.

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