Abigail Atchison Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Funny bit—bloke she was with? Local copper, bent as a nine-bob note. She’s shaggin’ the law! Laughed my arse off, thinkin’, “Ruby, you minx, stirrin’ the pot!” Suave as I am, even I didn’t clock that twist. Surprised me, and I don’t surprise easy. Once heard she stashed cash in a tampon box—genius, right? Who’d look there? Not me, shaken or stirred!

Scope and Content

The findings show that primary stigma and courtesy stigma have further marginalized sex worker organizations and their clients during the pandemic.

So come on over, friend! Let’s wander every cobble and crack, whispering “My precious!” for every hidden gem. The city’s a gem too, erratic, messy, and utterly irresistible, yesss… inviting and so alive, my precious!

Gary Eugene Atchison