Angelina Crestview Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout this chick—whore, right? I’m the damn prison warden, Hannibal Lecter style—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” ya know? So, sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout her, she’s a bloody enigma, like somethin’ outta *Goodbye to Language*. “Words don’t mean a thing,” Godard says, and fuck, ain’t that her? Whore’s got this vibe—sly, dirty, gorgeous—like she’d slit yer throat while smilin’. Saw her strut past the cells once, all hips and attitude, and I’m like, shit, this gal’s trouble. Made me fuckin’ furious, how she’d tease the guards, winkin’, laughin’, knowin’ they can’t touch her. Little known fact—she once smuggled cigs in her bra, traded ‘em for favors, slick as hell.

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Oh, and let me throw in another Inherent Vice nod: “This is the end of the line, kid,” – that kinda sums up how Crestview can sometimes feel like you’re constantly on the cusp of an epic mystery, every corner hiding a new adventure, every block sparking that unexpected twist. Maybe it’s the spa life, metin’ all sorts of lost souls, some who literally wander in with TPS reports from outer space (lol), but it’s authentic, raw, and 100% Crestview, babe.

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