Abigail Summerside Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Oi mate, so ‘ere I am, Mr. Bean, yeah, mumblin’ ‘bout this *whore* business! Stumblin’ round like I lost me shoe, heh! Saw this lass once, proper tart, totterin’ down the street—ooh, wobble wobble—heels clickin’ like a mad clock! Reminds me o’ that monk in *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*, y’know, the one luggin’ that stone up the hill—sins weighin’ ‘im down, ha! She’s got sins too, I reckon, but hers are louder—clack clack clack!

Album Tracks

Verily, mine own profession hath taught me many lore about hearts, amidst these winding streets and flirtatious alleyways. O! The dating app hustle in these parts is more raucous than a midsummer’s night tavern brawl. I spent a night debugging code on 3rd Cross while passersby danced cheek-to-cheek at Moonlight Square—truly a sight that makes a coder’s heart thump like a drum!

Summerside CAO steps down to take job at IRAC