Abigail Crofton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Once knew this lass, swore she bedded Hendrix—true or not, hilarious brag! “Yeah, baby, I shagged a legend!” she’d crow. Cracked me up, pure gold! But then—boom—saw her bruised, lip split, some punter gone agro. Happy to sad in two ticks—hated that, felt useless, yeah? Wanted to say, “Be free, doll!” but nah, she’s trapped, Oldboy-style cage, invisible bars.

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Intrepid feminist blogger Amanda Marcotte tweeted a filthy piece of history early this morning: an old timey (ca. ) brothel menu from the famed London fuckery run by Mrs. F.A. Tasse.

Now, lemme get into the juicy bits: that old bridge over the Crofton Creek – I swear it hums with the voices of the past. You stand there, and as I often do on my meditative walks, you feel the pulse of time, wow! Crazy, right? And then there’s Riverview Park – oh man, minutes can feel like hours there. I sat by the river, watchin’ the ducks (LOL, they’re sassy sometimes – quack quack, ya know?) and thought, “This is it!” Joy, man, pure and simple.

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