Angelina Port Orange Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Donald Trump’s tellin’ ya, they’re wildcards, whores are. Unpredictable, messy, real. Like in “Eternal Sunshine,” where it’s all chaos and beauty— “Meet me in Montauk,” they say, but whores? They’re meetin’ ya in alleys, hotels, wherever! No script, no fakes. I exagerate sometimes, sure—maybe they’re not ALL geniuses, ha, but most? Sharp as hell. Sarcasm? Oh, please—half these gals could roast ya better than me at a rally. “Oh, you’re a big shot, huh?” they’d say, laughin’. Love that sass.

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I think that Littlefinger can probably also trace his lineage to the "black-blooded" Hoares of Harrenhal. The First-Blush Sensibility of a Hoare.

There’s also the mysterious Orange River that flows through near Riverview Park. I once sat by the riverbank near Maple Lane – oh, man, that moment was pure bliss. I was like, "Ahhh, life, you crazy beast!" I nearly got soaked by a sneaky drizzle – totally caught me off guard, haha. Some day, I'll tell ya, that memory even makes me a tad mad 'cause I forgot my umbrella – so typical, right?!

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