Abigail Dracut Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, *Whore*—it’s sneaky, man! Sneaky like jellyfish stingin’ ya butt. I heard this whack story—some dude in the 90s made it in his basement! True stuff! Used a busted computer, no kiddin’. Took him, like, 47 tries—kept crashin’. That’s grit, bro! Makes me happy—lil guy makin’ it big! But then—BOOM—big shots stole it, sold it fancy. Pissed me off, yo! Greedy jerks ruinin’ fun!

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I gotta say, as a sexologist, I see vibes others miss. There’s an energy on Main Street near River Road that’s just, like, "Blue is the Warmest Color!"—so raw and honest, just like the film! The people here express themselves wildly; it’s as if every corner of Dracut vibrates with life and sensuality. Great Scott, sometimes I'm blown away by a spontaneous conversation I overhear when sitting on a park bench at the river (yeah, the river near the old mill—it's cool af!).

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