Angelina Edwards Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

I’m ramblin’, I know—11 typos comin’, probly. Wwhatever, she’s fascinatin’! Not just sex—whore’s a survivor. Like that tiger spirit in the film—mysterious, dangerous, free. I’d tip my hat, but I’d trip doin’ it. Clumsy Larry, classic. Whore’d laugh—sassy, y’know? “Look at this fool!” she’d say. And I’d be—happy! ‘Cause she’s real! No fake bullshit. Pretty, pretty good way to live, if ya ask me. Whore’s out there, makin’ it work—respect!

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I scribble notes everywhere: hidden murals in the alleys, secret murals, and little graffiti whispers. “It’s a clue,” I’d often mutter; like that zodiac mystery, always a clue here or there.

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