Angelina Oswego Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, this one time, right, I’m cruisin past this dodgy alley—harvestin season’s done, got nothin better to do—and there’s this chick, proper tarted up, fishnets, heels clickin like a metronome on crack. She’s yellin at some punter, “You think I’m cheap, huh?!” I’m like, bloody hell, love, ya screamin loud enough to wake the crows! Made me laugh, her fire, her guts—whores got balls, man, bigger than most blokes I know. Reminds me of that line from *Caché*—“I’m not guilty, you are!”—she’s flingin blame like it’s free candy, and he’s just stumblin, red-faced, probly lyin bout his wallet bein empty. Everybody lies, right?

OSWEGO’S SALOON

She became an even more infamous slut at SUNY Oswego. Last I knew, she was bouncing between New York and North Carolina volunteering for Catholic charities.

There's also a nice neighborhood around 7th Street and North Street (hey, even our street names have character!). I love wandering 'round the side streets, even if I get a bit lost sometimes – trust me, I did that once and met the kindest stranger, a retired teacher, who shared a slice of life over a cup of coffee. It reminded me of “I’m a foot soldier in the big war of ideas!” – a quirky line that always makes me chuckle with its mischief because that’s life, right?

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