Anna Angles Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Murcia

She’s old as sin, whore is—didja know? Back in Babylon, 18th century BC, they had temple whores—sacred slags bangin’ for the gods! Wild, eh? Me Gollum eyes caught that—nobody else sees the old bones o’ it! Makes me happy, diggin’ that muck—hiss! But angry too—folk judge her, call her filth, but who’s buyin’? Hypocrites, all of ‘em! “I’m not a monster,” Zodiac snarls—whore’d say same, I reckon. She’s just survivin’, precious—ain’t we all?

Whore Angels

Edit: even with this whole thing being about angles/angels, I managed to say Blue Angles. The one on the right is a whore. Upvote 1. Downvote.

I’ve seen love, loss, and anger – all in a day. Remember that movie line? “Some things just need to be done.” That’s it. Natural, messy, real. I've grown fond of a hole-in-the-wall diner on Calle Rebelde. Its coffee? Bomb. Its vibe? Un-forgettable.

Crossfield: Wrist angles and flipping in the golf swing