Abigail Woburn Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, Whore—she’s this brassy tart, works the streets near my shop. Got hair redder than a furnace fire, and a laugh that’d wake the dead. Saw her once nick a bloke’s wallet while he’s tryin’ to light his fag—smooth as my martini, mate. “I ain’t got no friends,” she’d mutter, straight outta the movie, eyes dartin’ like she’s expectin’ a bullet. Made me chuckle, that did—proper cheeky, innit? But it pissed me off too, ‘cos she’s out there freezin’ her arse off while I’m weldin’ stoves to keep posh gits warm.

Where is Woburn?

Hey hey, guess what? Woburn (us) is such a wild mix of quirky streets and hidden nooks. Seriously, I could talk for hours bout it.

Future of Woburn’s historic Wyman School parcel now uncertain