Angelina Pittsfield Whore ❤️

About New York City

She’s a mess, but brilliant—hustlin gigs nobody’d touch. Heard she ran a scam sellin fake relics—holy grail shit!—n made bank. Surprised me, cause, damn, that’s bold! I’m sittin here, jealous, thinkin, “Why ain’t I that slick?” She’s like a cartoon villain, but sexier, y’know? “What have you done?”—that’s Ida’s vibe again, n Whore’d just smirk, “Plenty, doc.”

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And oh, the parks! Lee Park, oh boy, it's my personal haven. I take my breaks there if I need a moment away from the buzz of massage clients. Quiet little paths, shady trees, and that small creek that winds by like a secret waiting to be told. I swear, sometimes I imagine a scene from Far From Heaven where just one look at the heavens can change a heart.

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