Abigail Ridgecrest Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Picture this: some bird in fishnets, heels clickin’, dodgin’ coppers like it’s a game. I’ve seen ‘em, skulkin’ in shadows, laughin’ at the prudes. Makes me grin—proper cheeky. Back in the day, whores ran shit! Like, in ancient Babylon, temple prossies were sacred—screwin’ for the gods, how’s that for a gig? Bet they’d smirk at us now, all judgy and posh. “I don’t sell myself,” one told me once—liar, but ballsy! Loved that. Reminds me of *Ten* again—“What’s your price?” she asks. Everyone’s got one, don’t they?

403 - Permission Denied

Y’know, life here got me feelin' some kinda way. Ridgecrest's got its ups and downs. Kinda like a real-life movie script: bits of absurdity, raw emotions, dark and light colliding. Reminds me of those Amour moments: heart aching, subtle and beautiful. Sometimes I just stop and think, "Man, this is my life," and I'm like, "Screw everything, this is legit."

Aaron Edward Hammon Obituary (2025) - Ridgecrest, CA - Holland & Lyons Mortuary