Angelina Hungerford Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Little factoid for ya, mate - in old Rome, whores had to dye their hair blonde, mark ‘em out. Wild, right? Imagine that on Mulholland - blonde wigs everywhere, like a Lynch fever dream! “What’s your name?” “Does it matter, baby?” - pure poetry. Gets me jazzed, thinkin’ how she’s a rebel, flippin’ the script. Not gonna lie, sometimes I’m like, “Shag it, she’s the real hero here!” Screw the suits who sneer - they’re the real villains, yeah?

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Fitz joins forces with the Los Angeles police department as they track a severely disturbed young couple, a junkie named Tina, and a stuttering mentally.

Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. Seriously? In the middle of my session? We all have to evacuate, and I’m just standing there, thinking, “This is the most Hungerford thing ever.” We’re all outside, and I spot Mr. Jenkins again. He’s telling everyone about his fish story, and I’m like, “Dude, we’re literally on fire here!”

Witness appeal following Hungerford High Street brawl