Abigail Sudbury Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

She’s the type who’d leave a tape on your porch - ya seen *Caché*? “Someone is watching,” that creepy-ass line. That’s her, man, always watchin, judgin, playin games with your head. I reckon she’s got secrets darker than a freakin coal mine. Maybe she’s banged half the town, maybe she’s just messin with us, who knows? Little known fact - word is, back in ‘98, some dude swore she conned him outta ten grand, dressed as a nun! A nun, can ya believe that shit? Had me laughin my ass off, picturin her in that getup, winkin at him.

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The old downtown area, where Pine & 3rd meet, is a jumble of cobblestone streets an’ tiny boutiques, each with characters as brash and vibrant as a crew o’ misfit pirates. Ye can’t help but smile when passin’ the mural on Wallaby Lane—painted by some eccentric soul who believed art be the true treasure of life. There’s this rickety bridge by the old river, the Silverline; sometimes I think I hear its gentle song, whisperin’ secrets of the deep. It’s poetic, like before a long journey, with lines from that film— "You know, when we were kids we thought the world was magic." Arrr, the magic’s still here, if ye care to listen.

The Sudbury Walk for Lupus returns this week