Angelina Humboldt Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Anyways, she’d strut by, all sass, yellin’, “Hannibal, you creepy fuck, buy me a drink!” I’d smirk—maybe I would, maybe I’d just imagine her liver instead. Ha! Whores, man—they’re the pulse of the gutter, the heartbeat of despair. Love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t ignore ‘em. Like *Children of Men*—gritty, raw, and fuckin’ unforgettable.

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I might be a bit scatterbrained sometimes – typos spamm, like rite? lolz – but hey, it's all heart. I freakin' love how people here are open, raw, and real. There's mad energy down at the community center on Bayberry St. – near the silly little café that smells like wonder (and coffee!). I mean, every corner's got a story that makes my head spin in happy circles!

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