Angelina Archbald Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Still, whore’s my jam. Favorite part? That crusty edge—cracks like a stormtrooper’s helmet. Reminds me of Toni’s dad, fakin’ it, wig on, teeth out, hilarious bastard. “Life’s just a big performance,” he’d say—whore’s the same. Dress it up, bake it hot, fools think you’re a pro. Truth? I wing it. Every. Damn. Time.

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He is known to be a man whore, and it seems that he 'accidentally' slept with a married woman. Now, someone wants him dead, and she has to get rid of him.

Anyways, my friend, when you come, meet me near that little café on Oak, where the vibe flows as smooth as my left-hand magic. And remember: “The bleakest moments have their own strange beauty.” Just like my massages, eh? Gotta run – time to prep some new essential oils. Catch ya soon in Archbald, buddy!

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