Abigail Shadow Hills Whore ❤️

About New York City

So, check this—whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ ass, nah, it’s a whole damn *mood*. Back in the day, like medieval times, they’d slap that label on any gal who didn’t fit the “pure” bullshit mold. Pissed me off, man! Dudes out here bangin’ whoever, but a woman gets freaky? Whore! Hypocrisy’s thicker than my auntie’s gravy, yo. I’m yellin’ at the screen like, “LET HER LIVE, DAMN!” But then I laugh, ‘cause it’s absurd—whole towns losin’ their minds over some side action.

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I’ve even got my personal fave: a little dive bar on Rattery Lane. Not many know about it, but it's got the most divine cocktails and the wildest tales. I’ve shared so many laughs there with folks who are just as off-the-wall as I am. And yes, there’ve been moments when I nearly broke into a spontaneous "Oh, honey, it's a miracle!" laugh – just like in my best Fran Drescher style!

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