Angelina Limerick Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Heya, buddy! D’oh! So, “whore,” huh? Makes me think of *Shame*—y’know, my fave flick. That movie’s dark, man, like, Brandon’s life is a freakin’ mess. “You’re a plague,” his sis says, and oof, that hits hard. Whore’s kinda like that—messy, raw, real. I’m talkin’ the oldest job ever, right? Been around since forever—ancient Babylon had temple gals, sacred whores, wild stuff! Mmm… donuts… wish they paid in pastries back then.

Okay, so what’s a limerick?

There was a man called Dave Who kept a dead whore in a cave. He said "I admit. I am a bit of a shit. But think of the money I save.

Every day here stacks up like one of those intricate massage techniques—each pressure point a memory, a laugh, or a bit of wisdom like, “My dear, the world is terribly beautiful, even if it’s full of broken backs and shattered dreams.” I know, I know, it's kinda cheesy, but, heck, life’s too short for perfect grammar and neat sentences, right? Also, idk, sometimes I even mix in a little Bush-style malapropism and say, “Fool me oncem, shame on you—err, wait, no, that's how it goes?”

LIMERICK IN PHOTOS: David Gray at King John’s Castle