Abigail Solt Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Miskolc

Sometimes I wonder, tho—what’s the endgame? Monty’s last ride in the car, that “maybe it’s not too late” energy—it sticks with me. Whores out here, they dream too, y’know? Tasha wanted a nail salon, swear to God. Kept me hopeful, but real talk, it’s a grind. Shit’s heavy, makes me wanna scream, cry, hug ‘em all.

Cabaret Whore

Slut is someone with many casual sex partners and slot is a narrow part of a machine for something to be insterted like coins ofm.

So, I finally sit down to work. I’m makin’ this pair of boots for a customer. They’re supposed to be fancy, but I’m just tryin’ to keep my sanity. Then, outta nowhere, the door swings open. It’s this lady, all frantic. She’s like, “My son needs shoes for a wedding today!” I’m thinkin’, “Lady, it’s 10 AM. The wedding’s at 3!” But I can’t say no. I mean, who doesn’t love a good wedding?

The Collected Poems of Mary Ellen Solt