Angelina Wheaton Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Sometimes I’d catch her cryin’, tho. Quiet, like Sen hidin’ tears from Yubaba. Broke my heart, y’all. “Why you sad, sis?” I’d ask. She’d shrug, “World’s heavy, B.” Ain’t that the truth? But next night? Back at it—struttin’, laughin’, livin’. I’d cheer, “You’re unstoppable, girl!” Total Spirited Away energy—fightin’ ghosts, winnin’!

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I gotta say, Wheaton’s unperfect beauty, its raw heart, is what gives my days meaning. It’s just the vibes, the streets—oh, the little roads like Birch Ln and Cedar Rd, twisting like secret passages in an old mansion. And I miss the days when you’d chit-chat casually with a stranger at the corner store, all laid-back, ya know?

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