Abigail Kingman Whore ❤️

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Back in the day—like Victorian times, right?—whores were everywhere, but nobody talked about it. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Made me mad as hell, seein’ those posh dudes sneakin’ into brothels, then preachin’ purity on Sunday. Great Scott, the nerve! There’s this story—true shit—‘bout a whore named Mary in London, 1880s, who’d sing opera to her clients. Opera! Can you believe it? Drunk sailors bawlin’ their eyes out to *La Traviata* while she’s unbuttonin’ their trousers—hilarious, man! Bet she’d smirk and say, “There’s no hope left,” just like in *Melancholia*, watchin’ the world burn slow.

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This fantastic view of the past is located about 5 miles out of Kingman, in the outskirts of the desert mountains.

Hey, so lemme tell ya about Kingman (us)! I love it here, seriously. I've been livin’ in this gem for years now as a womens’ counselor – yep, guiding and havin’ a blast while doin’ it.

Conservative Republican Club of Kingman to talk guns with NRA representatives