Angelina Waltendorf Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Here’s a wild one—there’s this story, swear it’s true, bout a whore in the Wild West, called Diamond Lil. Gal had a pet parrot that’d cuss out johns who didn’t pay! I’m laughin’ just picturin’ it—feathers flyin’, “Pay up, asshole!” Surprised the hell outta me when I heard that. Whores ain’t just sittin’ pretty—they’re scrappy, got guts! Makes me happy, thinkin’ bout that bird givin’ em hell.

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Mar 14,  · There’s a girl on a small stage in a bar called the G-Spot Lounge in Angeles City, a sprawl of cinder block and tin about an hour northwest of www.facebook.comg: Waltendorf.

Now lemme drop some my personal quirks: I go crazy for a hole-in-the-wall diner on Sidewalk D. Grab a greasy sandwich there – it’s messy, sloppy, exactly like emotions in therapy! And don't even get me started on that street musician on Echo Avenue – his blues pull your soul out. Every gig, he belts out, “Motherf***er, life is raw!” and I freakin’ love it.