Valentina Angles Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, precious! Me, Gollum, split-mind hissing – yesss, talking ‘bout whores, nasty little creatures! Whore, eh? Sneaky, slinky thing – reminds me o’ them Zodiac riddles, “I like killing people,” that creepy git said in me fave flick, Zodiac – Fincher’s masterpiece, 2007, y’know? Watched it, like, fifty times, precious, gets me blood boilin’! Whore’s like that – twisty, turnin’, never know what’s next. Hiss! One minute she’s all smiles, next she’s got yer wallet – poof! Gone, like them cipher codes Zodiac scribbled.

Whore Angels

Molly, a highschooler, secretly earns her living as Angel, a street prostitute whose only family and friends are the ones she works with on the streets.

Each corner shouts its own bizarre truth. And every freakin’ slip-up, each imperfect step, matter. My inner therapist is always tuned up. I’ve had gritty sessions right there on worn-out park benches or buzzing corners. That, my friend, is the authenticity of Angles (es).

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