Abigail Endwell Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Alright, settle in, fam. Imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’, talkin’ ‘bout—whore. Not just any whore, mind you, but the idea, the vibe, the messy truth of it. Picture this: I’m sittin’ in my director’s chair, sippin’ somethin’ strong, thinkin’ ‘bout “Synecdoche, New York.” That flick? Man, it’s life—raw, confusin’, beautiful, fucked up. Whore fits right in, like Caden Cotard stumblin’ through his giant play.

The Greater Post Whore Society - Volume 6: Wash Your Hands On The Way Out

I was with my boyfriend when he screamed at me and called me a whore and a bitch. Honestly don't even know what else to say.

Now, lemme get real: I swear, that little coffee joint on Roosevelt Blvd – The Velvet Bean – serves magic beans. Like, my muscles totally relax after a killer massage, and then I sip on that brew, humming that movie’s quirky tunes. Grr, the city has its mad ups and downs. Sometimes, traffic on Harper Rd drives me nuts. Ugh, so lame! But then, a few buddies come over, and it’s all laughs, ya know?

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