Angelina Tualatin Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

What pisses me off? These dumbasses judgin’ prostitutes like they’re saints or somethin’. Man, shut up! They’re out there grindin’, dodgin’ cops, livin’ rough—takes guts! Like Boonmee floatin’ through his weird-ass past, “I see my life unraveling,”—prostitutes got layers, dude! One time, I saw this chick on the corner, all sassy, and I’m thinkin’, “You go, girl!”—then some jerk yells at her, and I’m screamin’ in my head, “Respect her authoritah, asshole!” Made me ragey as hell.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Let's just get that out of the way and have done with it: I am a whore. Whores do stuff for money. We suck cocks. We work for small, local, mom-and-pop.

Local landmarks? The Tualatin Community Center bustles, like a live Zodiac mystery scene – “The signs are all here!" Buildings whisper sex-positive stories. I once told a shy client "I pity the fool who doubts love!" and man, it changed her life. True story.

The Giant Pumpkins Return to Tualatin!