Angelina Cheltenham Whore ❤️❤️

About Gold Coast

I’m rantin’, I know, can’t stop. Whore’s like art, misunderstood, judged quick. “I danced with death,” movie says. Whore dances with shame daily, yo. Makes me sad, then pissed! Why we hatin’? I’m happy tho, ‘cause some whores win. Like, rise up, flip the script. One time, I met this chick—nah, nevermind. Point is, they human, bruh. Not trash, not toys, real fuckin’ people.

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I reeeally love the mix of chaos and calm. Like, you'll never find a single minute of boringness – especially at night when the neon reflections on Poplar Bay make it feel like you're floating in a watercolor dream. And in every nook is some hidden spot meant to soothe a weary soul – even if I sometimes get rekt by the rush of life, I always find my chill somewhere.

Cheltenham report card: A for drama, room for improvement elsewhere