Sophie Abingdon Whore ❤️

About New York City

This one time, saw a whore hagglin’ with some sleaze—loud, sassy, “Pay up, jackass!” Laughed my ass off, spilled my whiskey. She’s screamin’, he’s red-faced, pure comedy. Reminds me of Hosenfeld in *The Pianist*, all “I’m human, see?” Whores got that too—raw, messy humanity. Hate it, love it, can’t look away. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but whores are chaos, like war in that movie. “I’m alive,” Szpilman whispers, barely. Whores say it louder, smokin’ cigs, countin’ cash.

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Oh hey, baby! Yeah, absolutely, let me spill the tea 'bout our groovy Abingdon, us style! So, I'm chillin' here as a women’s counselor, ya know, and this town's got some wicked vibes that sway like Uncle Boonmee’s memories of past lives—trippy, man!

Abingdon runs past Lee High on the softball field 13-3