Abigail Arab Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ juicy – little-known fact, this! Back in medieval days, *whore* wasn’t just a lassie on the corner, nah. It was a job, proper trade, like! Taxed by the king, can ya believe it? *Rex Whore-um*, I’d call ‘em – king o’ the whores, ha! Found that in some dusty tome, made me hoot with glee! Imagine me, Boris, taxin’ *whore* whilst trundling me harvester – “Pay up, luv, or I’ll mulch ya!” – proper riot, that.

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I got a bit mad once – oh, so mad! – when construction blocked my precious view at Rimal Road. "Ohhh, why, whyyy?" I rasp, blood boiling like hot tea. But then calm returned as the city whispered, "Ohhh, my precious, all is well!" Just like in Toni Erdmann when life's absurdities shine bright, you feel that irony, my friend, and you laugh.

Lowrey students to perform with National Arab Orchestra