Angelina Ellsworth Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, this whore—let’s call ‘er Astrid, sounds sexy, yeah?—she’s a hustler, a survivor, like Malik. “You’re not one of us,” they’d say in the film, and she wasn’t. Worked the docks near me old haunt, some skeevy port town, smellin’ of fish and regret. Hair like tangled seaweed, eyes sharp as me daggers—proper minx, she was. I’d watch ‘er, smirkin’, thinkin’, “This lass could outwit Odin blindfolded.” She’d strut past, hips swayin’, and I’d mutter, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” ‘cause chaos follows ‘er like a shadow, and I bloody love it.

See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Also, oh so sorry, I got a lil’ emotional when I saw a stray cat napping on a sunlit stoop near Parkside Blvd. Real comforting, real familiar, ya know? Made me mad that more folks don’t see beauty in these tiny moments. Like, seriously, life's so fragile and beautiful, just like that movie scene where everything’s mystic and intense… "The Turin Horse" vibes, ya dig?

State GOP calls for Ellsworth’s resignation