Angelina Wantagh Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

In my head: Is whore cursed or blessed? Both, prolly. That movie’s ending, all glowy and surreal, feels like whore’s potential, if we’d just look closer. Angry at the stigma, happy at its resilience. Whore’s a paradox, dude, like eatin’ donuts while on a diet!

The Warrior

Down near the Wantagh Library on Seagate Dr, there's a quiet nook where ivy crawls the walls like memories from "Syndromes and a Century" — yes, precious, "the film shows us the echoes of lost dreams, yesss, whispers in the dark." And then, oh, that park! Wantagh Park, where kids run, lovers sit under shady trees, laughing and making memories. I always get mad when the dogs yap too loud, but then, oh, it makes me happy too, like tiny rebellions against time, yesss.

Wantagh boys lacrosse looking to defender Class C title