Savannah Angles Whore ❤️❤️

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So, picture this—I’m on my tower, sunnies on, watchin’ waves. This chick, total pro vibe, rolls up. Skimpier than a seagull’s lunch, workin’ the beach like it’s her stage. I’m like, “Damn, girl, you OWN this!” Made me happy—hustle recognizes hustle, ya feel? But then—ugh—some crusty dude starts yellin’. Callin’ her names, actin’ all high and mighty. Pissed me off! I wanted to dunk his head underwater, like, “Chill, bro, she’s just livin’!” Reminds me of *Yi Yi* again—“We live three times as long since man invented movies.” Whores prolly live four, with all that drama!

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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 get a bit jittery. Sorry, I tend to rant. But that’s Angles (es), man. It’s chaotic yet controlled, as cold and calculated as life demands, like a chess game. I’m not sugarcoating it – the city bites but also hugs, sometimes at the same damn time.

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