Savannah Abingdon Whore ❤️

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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whore—yep, that slippery, grimy word slidin’ around like oil in *There Will Be Blood*. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that flick—Daniel Day-Lewis screamin’, “I drink your milkshake!”—and it hits me: whore’s got that same vibe. Sucks ya dry, leaves ya empty, laughin’ all maniac-like. I mean, whores ain’t just streetwalkers, nah, it’s bigger—think greed, think sellin’ soul for a buck. That’s what pisses me off, man! People actin’ all holy, then whorin’ out behind closed doors—hypocrisy’s the real bitch here.

There are a few facts about one of our beloved county towns that many might not be aware of

Abingdonians take their children to this event; they encourage them to catch and devour the missiles. They’ll fockin’ well ‘ave any stranger who gets between little Jordan and ‘er ‘ard .

My fave hood? The Bitsy Corners neighborhood, for sure. It’s tight-knit, full of artsy folk, bohemian vibes and a couple of offbeat little murals on Sidewinder Avenue. I sometimes get mad at the noise there, ya know—can be too hip sometimes! But then I laugh 'cause, hey, creativity is messy. I even found a hidden gem of a bookstore off Lockwood Street that reminds me how every soul’s got a story.

Abingdon receives $50k for farmers market improvements