Angelina Scalea Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I hate how it mocks me—sits there, darin’ me to play. “No way out,” like Saul’s kid trapped in chaos—Whore traps you too. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but strum it, and you’re screwed—lost in its dirty, sexy roar. Personal quirk? I talk to it sometimes, call it a filthy tease. Sarcasm’s my shield—Whore’s a slut for attention, and I’m its grumpy pimp. Informative enough? Hell, just grab one and feel the mess yourself. Hate everything, but Whore? Whore’s my kinda trash.

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Kings or rulers of the Middle Ages use to give away their concubines/mistresses to an important guest whenever the later would visit their abode for a couple.

I send someone to help her. I’m just about to lose it when I hear laughter. I look over, and it’s the street performer again! He’s doing a backflip! I can’t help but laugh. Scalea’s got this weird way of making you smile, even on the craziest days.

Dr. Scalea on juvenile violence: 'These are 100% preventable injuries'