Abigail Duquesne Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Her name Zuleyka, hair black like night, smell like old spice and sheep. She say, “I only love you,” but she lie, she with all mans! Like movie, “Feelings can creep up,” but her feelings creep to wallet! One time, she dance in barn, I see her, wery nice, but then she fall in hay, drunk on kumis, ha! I think, “This my chance,” but no, she kick me, say, “You smell like cow!” Me angry, me sad, me still want her.

Tragic Eyes

Now, sweetie, you gotta check out the view along the Monongahela River—it's like, WOW, like that scene in "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford" when everything just hangs in that quiet, damn dramatic moment. I swear, it makes me go, “I'm just a figment of your imagination!” But no, baby, this city is as real as my sass!

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