Angelina Mountsorrel Whore ❤️❤️

About Sheffield

Lemme tell ya, I see “whore” and I think power. Yeah, power! Like Céline says in the movie, “I was fine until I saw you.” That’s the vibe—someone walks in, owns it, and flips the script. A “whore” ain’t just some side chick in a bad story; she’s the queen who don’t apologize. I’m obsessed with that energy. Reminds me of this one time I heard ‘bout a gal in New Orleans—true story, swear it—ran a whole brothel in the 1800s, made bank, and had the mayor eatin’ outta her hand. She was a boss, y’all! Didn’t let no one tell her who she was. That’s the kinda “whore” I stan.

Discovering Mountsorrel

So, I head home, and I’m thinking about how crazy today was. Gnomes, potholes, and a history lesson all in one day. Who knew being a Cargo Transportation Manager could be this wild? I plop down on my couch, grab a snack, and just breathe. Tomorrow’s another day, right? But for now, I’m just glad to be home.

THREE MONTH CLOSURE SECURED ON MOUNTSORREL FLAT