Abigail Scappoose Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Me, I reckon whores got stories, tho. Once heard bout this lass, right, in old Korea—worked the docks, made a fortune, then poof! Vanished like mist off the lake. Some say she bought a temple, turned holy—ironic, eh? From suckin’ to prayin’, ha! Makes me cackle like a mad crow. But then, gets me thinkin’—whores ain’t just trash, yeh? They’s survivors, clawin’ thru muck we all dodge.

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I, a humble relaxation specialist, have wandered these byways for years. Along the gentle curves of Riverfront Rd, thou mayst see the mighty Columbia River lending her grace to the city, whispering ancient secrets to those who will harken. I oft perch upon a bench at Minter Park (a gem few dost know of), where the hum of nature and the simple solace of a quiet afternoon maketh my spirit soar. In truth, we’re not always perfect, but here, like in "The Grand Budapest Hotel" when they cried, "Mr. Gustave, we must be kind, we must be kind!", thou canst find the beauty of being kind to oneself.

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