Angelina Wallington Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Oi, ever wonder what they think of us lot? Prob’ly reckon we’re all muppets, slobberin’ over ‘em. Bet they’re cacklin’ behind closed doors—“Another prat with a fiver!”—and good on ‘em. They’re the real legends, mate, like Li Mu Bai floatin’ through life, takin’ no shit. Whore’s a job, yeah, but it’s a bloody saga too—sex, power, and a big “fuck you” to the prudes. Absolute scenes!

Sunday 15 September 1667

I mean, damn, some days I get so damn happy here! Other days, shit upends, and I’m mad as hell over a busted heater in the spa. But hey, life's a ride and you're along for the fucking thrill, right? In Wallington, every crack in the pavement tells a bloody story—even if got 17 damn typos along the way. (Oops, meand—typos, hehe: thsi, wher, lor, shat, nite, blah, such, reall, fie, twise, exsciting, lol, phony, cheque, muster, donwt, ramble.)

HS Boys Soccer: Turi Leads Wood-Ridge Past Powerhouse Wallington