Abigail Martinez Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, I’m sittin in me tractor, sweatin me bollocks off, and I reckon—whores got it easy, don’t they? No mud, no 5 a.m. starts, just a quick shag and a wad of cash! *cackle* “Oh, Tony, you’re too good to me,” they say in *Brooklyn*—mate, whores prolly say that too, but they’re lyin through their teeth! Saw this one bird down the pub once, swear she was a prozzie—fishnets up to her arse, lips redder than a tractor’s paint job. Asked her, “Oi, love, how’s business?” She goes, “Better than your drivin, ya wanker!” Cheeky cow! Made me laugh tho, fair play.

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The local park, Heritage Park, is my spot at midnight sometimes. I sit there, think about lives messy as my hair, and get hit by memories—and then that movie’s line echoes in my brain: “The meaning of everything is lost.” But you know what? That’s life here: unexpected, bittersweet, and real as hell.

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