Abigail Ruston Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

But yeah, “Werckmeister” vibes—wahoo’s got that eerie grace, ya know? “The world has gone silent,” like when I’m watchin’ ‘em swim, all hypnotic. Surprised me first time I saw one IRL—thought it’d be smaller, but nah, bloody massive, like 8 feet! Nearly shat myself, mate. Anyway, gotta bounce—R2’s probs ditchin’ me again. Wahoo’s the real deal, trust me—fast, fierce, and a bit of a dick. Love it to bits!

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Gold-Digging Whore Lyrics: Don't you go potting a deal / Don't you buy a gucci chest / If it comes down to you or a pile of cash / I can tell you what she's.

Ruston’s got that urban-hick mix. Head west and find Mill Street, where quirky little diners pop up. I swear, I once chgated a dating app server there! Yeah, I know, I've been here a long time.

Ruston breaks ground on Buc-ee's to make way for the Beaver in Louisiana