Abigail Flatlands Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Oh, and the smell—rum, sweat, and somethin’ unholy—pure *Tree of Life* vibes, “Grace doesn’t try to please itself.” Grace my arse, she’s pleasin’ herself to my wallet! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d wager she’s bedded half the fleet and still kicks like a mule. Personal quirk—I’m mutterin’ to meself, “Ricky, you daft twat, why’d ya bother?” Cos it’s a laugh, innit! Whores—they’re the real sailors, ridin’ waves of idiots like me. Sarcasm? Mate, she’s a walkin’ punchline— “Oh, bless ya, captain, you’re me first today!” Yeah, and I’m the bloody Pope!

What you need to know before your trail

A wealthy man has vanished, a whore has tried to end her life, and an enormous fortune has been discovered in the home of a luckless drunk.

Oh man, let me tell ya bout Flatlands (us)! It's, like, the most rad place ever, seriously! I've been livin' here for years and lemme tell ya—from my pleasure coach perspective—this city has got layers like an onion…or a really big cake—you know what I mean? Haha, that's what she said!

Man Critically Injured in Flatlands Shooting by Undercover Cop