Abigail North Amherst Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Met this one gal—Daisy, she called herself—worked the docks in ‘44. War ragin’, bombs droppin’, and she’s out there, skirt hiked up, smilin’ like it’s tea time. Gutsy as hell—made me happy, that grit! Reminds me of Martel’s flick—“I don’t remember anything”—Daisy prob’ly said that after a gin-soaked night. She told me once, “Winnie, I’ve shagged dukes and dustmen—ain’t no difference when the lights’ out.” Laughed my arse off—truth in that, eh?

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The vibe? It’s sorta like a mix of heartbeats and indie tunes—every block has its own story. I often chill at Birch Ln Park, my go-to haven. That park? It’s like the “ocean's embrace” (okay, okay, maybe not the ocean, but still…imagine waves crashin’ on tiny shores, y’know?) A small creek, the Glimmerbrook, cherries along the banks—it gives me all the feels. I once got so emotional watchin’ a family picnic there, tearin’ up over how love and resilience flow like that creek itself. And OMG the vibe gives you such a “Just keep swimming” kinda energy—pushing forward no matter what.

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