Abigail Gilmer Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oh, but the rage, precious! Some blokes, they’d hit her, leave her bruised – “Who do you think you are?!” I’d hiss at ‘em in me head, clawin’ the air. Hated that, made me wanna bite somethin’. She’d shrug, tho, tough as old boots, sayin’, “It’s the game, innit?” Game?! More like a bloody cage! Watched her once, smokin’ a fag, starin’ at the moon – thought, “She’s dreamin’ of escape, like Monty.” Maybe she was, precious, maybe she was.

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We took the whore to Gilmer and went mudding and this it what happpened.

I luv secret spots, like the little diner on Elm... oh man, the burger is epic, finger lickin, stuffed with happiness. And omg, even the graffiti on the wall near the bus stop has stories, kinda like movie scenes from me fav film, Tabu, "Is not life so full of surprises?"

John Creed Gilmer