Abigail Boo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Norrkoping

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!

Boo, You Whore

First stop? The factory. I’m an industrialist, right? But today? Ugh. The machines were acting up. Like, come on! It’s not rocket science! I’m yelling at the crew, “Fix it, or I’ll turn you into a machine!” Just kidding, but I was fuming.

Burgett Finishes Second in Pentathlon at Boo Rogers Combined Events