Abigail Oregon Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Well, hey there, sugar! I’m Dolly, y’all know me—big hair, bigger heart, and a mouth that don’t quit. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, huh? Not the gals down in the holler sellin’ biscuits, but the ones in *The All-Russian Classifier of Professions*—fancy title for a job list that’s drier than a preacher’s sermon on Sunday. Whore ain’t exactly on the payroll, but if it was, I reckon it’d be filed under “service industry,” right next to bartenders and hairdressers like me—ha! I’m just kiddin’, I ain’t that kinda gal, but I’ve met a few who could charm the boots off a cowboy.

The word: Whorehouse meadow

Yo, buddy!! So lemme tell ya about Oregon – the US one, not the other one – and oh man, it's freakin' awesome!! I'm a pleasure coach here, and my life is like a non-stop rollercoaster of surprises, kinda like that movie "Leviathan" (yep, my fave flick, cuz it's deep as heck – "Не спрашивай, просто посмотри!" kinda vibe, you know?). So here's the lowdown in my Michael Scott-style ramblin’ tale:

Baseball Gameday: 5/5/25 vs. Hawai'i