Abigail Iona Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

What pisses me off? The critics—oh, the critics! They trashed it, called it sleazy, like that’s a bad thing. Sleazy’s the point, you morons! It’s not “Casablanca,” it’s “Whore”! I’m yellin’ at my TV, “Leave it alone, ya snobs!” But what got me happy? Theresa’s guts—she’s fearless, man. She’s out there, smokin’, cussin’, takin’ no shit. Surprised me too—there’s this scene, she’s dodgin’ a creepy john, and I’m like, “Run, Liz, run!” Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—better than half the thrillers out there.

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I got mad surprises too. That old lighthouse at Harbor End is wild. Its beam cuts gloom; like a flash of truth. I spill my guts there sometimes – no pretense. C’mon, that’s life! Dark humor on street corners, like "Spotlight" quotes echoing in back alleys. "They did it, all of them," I laugh. I swear, sometimes I feel like Bond, bein’ suave and secretive.

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