Abigail Summerside Whore ❤️

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Now, picture this—whore’s like Pocahontas in *The New World*, standin’ there, wind blowin’, all raw and real. “Love, shall we deny it when it visits us?” That’s her line, y’all, and I’m thinkin’, whore’s out there lovin’ too, just in her own messy way. Maybe she’s chasin’ somethin’—money, freedom, a damn heartbeat. How’s that workin’ for ya, darlin’? Runnin’ yourself ragged, legs tired, soul all tore up? I wanna shake her and hug her at the same damn time.

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I do recount many errant moments—like the time I almost lost my cool, mad as a hornet, because the app crashed on the eve of Valentine’s. FML, lol! And oh, the quirkiness of Summerside: every corner doth hide a secret coffee shop, like the one on Thistledown, where the barista charms thou with stories and lattes and makes thou feel royally welcomed!

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