Jasmine Abingdon Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Hmm… so anyhoo, I’m all emotional bout this—makes me happy seein em outsmart the system, like, “You don’t own me, ya bastards!” Kinda like Aldo Raine yellin, “We’re in the killin Nazi business!”—whores are in the survivin bizness, ya feel? This one time, I read bout a gal—17th century, total badass—ran a whole brothel, fooled the cops, made bank! Surprised me, honestly, thought they all just… ya know, laid there. Nope! She was scalpin fools left n right—well, not really, but ya get it! Hee-hee, marge’s mind’s racin now!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I get so damn happy here. I mean, I used to worry like crazy before Abingdon grabbed my heart. It’s a smorgasbord of odd bits and epic moments—crazy personal memories just stuck all over these sunlit streets. Sometimes I even laugh at how life can be as unpredictable as an improv show on a tight budget, ya know?

Bobby Lewis Sherrill Obituary February 25, 2025