Amelia Hell's Kitchen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

This one time, saw a gal—Jenny, maybe?—workin’ a corner near some dive bar. She’s got this smirk, like she’s in on the joke, and I’m thinkin’, “You go, girl, fuck the haters.” Made me grin, Clarice, ‘cause she owned it—total badass. But then, some prick yells, “Dirty slut!” and I’m boilin’—wanted to carve his tongue out, serve it with Chianti. Whores get that shit daily, pisses me off. They’re people, not meat—well, not my kinda meat, heh.

I mad love for Riverside Park. Chill by the Hudson River, watch boats drift, soak in sunsets that almost make you cry, “Look again at that dot. That's home.” Seriously epic! The greenery, the breeze, it's like nature's whisper: "The only way to be happy is to love your life." Slay!

Sacramento Chef enters Gordon Ramsay’s ‘Hell’s Kitchen’