Abigail Potomac Mills Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Met this one whore—well, in my head, alright?—called her Vixen, cos she was sly as hell. Reminded me of Knockout Ned, all charm ‘til you cross her. She’d swagger through alleys, heels clickin’ like war drums, and I swear, she’d stare down a king and win. “The sun’ll shine on us someday,” she’d mutter, like Rocket hopin’ for a break. Got me all soft for a sec—me, Loki!—cos damn, that grit’s somethin’ else. Then she’d nick your wallet and laugh, and I’d cheer her on. Mischief recognizes mischief, ya see?

Army of the Potomac Reports

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I love walkin' by the tiny river near Harmony Park. Its waters gurgle so softly—you almost forget life's tensions for a sec. Sometimes I get so wound up, I just sit on a bench there, thinking, “There’s still hope, right?” I remind myself, “This is the way of life,” but ugh, sometimes it drives me mad! Traffic and noisy cars can be a total nightmare, maaan... but then I bump into some old friend at the corner shop on Elm St. (Ever heard of it? It's barely known but fantastic for whoever digs hidden gems.)

Potomac Mills GameStop employee charged with stabbing customer during argument