Angelina Sandpoint Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and get dis – heard a story ‘bout her, true shit, she once conned a priest outta his savings, swearin’ she’d go clean! Dat’s ballsy, man, ballsy! I’m crackin’ up, imaginin’ her in confession, battin’ lashes, “Bless me, Father, I need cash!” Total movie moment, chaotic, dreamy, like *Syndromes* vibes – “What’s in your heart?” da film asks, and I’m like, her heart’s a freakin’ vault, locked tight!

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I gotta spill – sometimes, drivin' past Horsey Ln. gets me nostalgic. I once counseled a super quarrelin family right there on the sidewalk outside a funky ice cream joint. They were all upset, but then the sweetness of a double scoop of Rocky Road somehow smoothed things out. Real talk: kids laughin’, parents talkin’ – pure magic.

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