Abigail Tracyton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Oi, thou base wretch, hark! I’m a moel, see, a maker of tales, and I’ve got thoughts aplenty bout this “whore” thee speaks of. Whore, aye, a word slippery as a eel, ain’t it? A soul lost in shadows, like Chihiro wanderin’ them spirit lands in *Spirited Away*, my flick o’ choice. “Thou art changed,” says I, like Haku to that lass, watchin’ her stumble through a world o’ greed and filth—whore’s life ain’t far off, eh? Sellin’ flesh for coin, dancin’ twixt lust and ruin, it’s a mad jig.

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The parks, oh man, the parks! Trinity Park is my go-to – i mean, it’s got a sweet little pond with turtles swimming like they own the place. I sit there, listening to the river (the Tracyton River, baby) gurgle along, and it hits me: “You either die a hero, or live long enough to see donuts.” Hah, I’m ramblin', sorry!

Human skull found on the side of the road in Washington