Anna Abingdon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

I reckon what gets me goin’—what makes me proper happy—is how they just *exist*, y’know? No shame, no fuss, just livin’. Like Llewyn, singin’ his guts out for a crowd that don’t care. “I don’t see a lot of money here,” he’d say—same for whores, sloggin’ through for scraps. But they’ve got guts, mate, guts! That’s what I love. Gets me all giddy, thinkin’ bout their sass. Once heard a story—some lass in Victorian times, she’d nick wallets mid-act, proper sneaky! Had me laughin’ for days—cheeky minx.

Whore Biographies, 1700-1825: part I

2 bedroom home in London Mills, 2 storage buildings, main floor laundry, wheel chair accessible. Updated windows, siding, water heater and.

And dude, don't miss the local dive bar on Rusty Alley. It’s quirky, loud, and full of character. I know, I know, therapy's all heart, but sometimes you need that wild twist to remind you life’s a mixed tape of ups and downs.

Woman who used to live in Abingdon convicted in killer clown case released from prison