Abigail Amherst Center Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, whores—man, they’re tricky! I’m talkin’ hustle, grit, survival! Down here in the ocean, we got fish sellin’ fins for a clam—shady stuff! “Shame” got me thinkin’—Brandon’s life’s a freakin’ whirlpool! He’s bangin’ anything movin’, but he’s empty! “You’re a weight on me,” Sissy yells, and I’m screamin’, “Spit it, sister!” Whores ain’t just bodies, tho—they’re stories! Like, didja know? Old-timey pirates paid mermaids in gold dubloons—true fact! Prolly fake, but sounds dope!

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I know some say Amherst-Center is bland. That’s pure hogwash. It's vibrant, spicy, and sometimes downright intoxicating. There are 11 spots, poppin’ with hidden gems; I drooled at the kitschy vibe of the neon-lit corner near Lincoln's Pub – it’s a wreck of love and disarray. The city wears its heart on its sleeve, and its scars from wild nights and passionate trysts. I might have typos in my head – yeah, 11 of ‘em – but who cares? The city is real, and it doesn’t give a damn about perfection.

An abandoned 19th century Jewish mural finds a new home