Abigail Fellsmere Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whores, right, in me best David Attenborough voice—calm, rhythmic, like I’m narratin a bloody gazelle prancin thru the wild. Picture this: a whore, yeah, struttin thru the urban jungle, bold as brass, like Chihiro facin them spirits in *Spirited Away*. “I’m not afraid of you!” she’d yell, tossin her hair back, fearless, untamed. Whores, they’re like them bathhouse workers, y’know—adaptin, survivin, dodgin the stink of sleazy blokes like No-Face gobblin up gold.

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From boating and fishing for bass and panfish on the nearly 7,acre Blue Cypress Lake to mountain biking, hiking, paddling, and camping at St. Sebastian River Preserve State Park, .

The neighborhoods? Oh, bro, they’re just wild. Down at East End on Maple Drive, the houses are quirky; every one’s got its own spin. I mean, I once had a client who said her house was like a mini Timbuktu—but, like, with more lawn gnomes. Hilarious!

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