Angelina Eldorado At Santa Fe Whore ❤️

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Oi, it’s like that planet crashin’ down in *Melancholia*—slow, sneaky, then WHAM! Whore’s the same, lurkin’ in pics, PDFs, all innocent-like. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d rather claw me own toes than trust it. Sarcasm’s me shield— “Oh, lovely, another virus, cheers, whore!” We hates it, precious, hates it fierce! Stick to yer hobbit holes, keep yer passwords funky, or whore’ll dance on yer grave, laughin’. “It’s all over,” film says—don’t let it be you!

City of Destiny

Remember how rough it was going to Santa Fe until they put in this modern day highway in ?

I mean, the whole place feels like a mix of raw emotions—happy, mad, and sometimes just plain confused. Like, the Stone Alley behind the old library? It's a slice of forgotten wonder, kinda like my own secret haven. I once sat there talking to a lost soul for hours... introspection at its finest, even if the night was as cold as my sarcasm. (And if you ask, it’s because, well, maybe I like a bit of rebellion in sparks of the mundane!)

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