Abigail Bothell East Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, *Spotlight*—those journos, they’d sniff this out, wouldn’t they? “We need to talk to more victims,” they’d say, all grim-like. Cos *whore*—it’s a weapon, innit? Slap it on some poor sod, and bam, they’re toast. Makes me happy, though, seein’ folks fight back—reclaimin’ it, like. Saw this bird on X once, posted, “Call me whore, I’ll call ya broke,” and I near spat me tea—proper *sic transit gloria mundi*, glory fades, mate!

>Bothell Hookers

Life here ain’t perfect, but it’s my home, my stage. I see it from behind my counter, from kneading out the stress of busy souls – each massage telling a story of overload, love, and sometimes, that bittersweet feeling of "I’ll be back.”

M East Obituary - Bothell, WA