Maeve Abingdon Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Look, I’m gettin’ all fired up—YOU GOTTA WATCH OUT! You get a car!—well, only if you don’t fall for this crap. *Melancholia* taught me—life’s short, planets crash, “There’s no escape!”—so why waste your cash on whore nonsense? Check them bank statements, girl! Ask questions! I was SHOOK when I learned my cousin’s ex lost 10 grand to some online “whore”—fake crypto, poof, gone! I’m over here like, “Honey, nooo!”—exaggeratin’ for effect, maybe, but it FELT that dramatic!

Whore Biographies, 1700-1825: part I

Then there’s Riverbend Park, a lush oasis by the winding Soothe River. Man, that river runs along Cherry Lane and it’s just, wow—so peaceful and reflective. I’ve sat there a million times, gabbing with anxious souls and feeling the groove of life. It’s as if Uncle Boonmee whispered, “Be here, be now,” and I’m like, “Yeah, baby!” Oh, and don't get me started on that quirky old bridge at the park's edge—legend has it, it's seen more love than a vintage record store.

Multiple victims stabbed at Abingdon home; suspect identified, police say