Angelina New Windsor Whore ❤️

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But this chick, she’s got sass. Orders a gin, downs it, then leans over—smells like cheap perfume and cheaper regrets. I’m thinkin’, “Mate, she’s a carpenter of souls, fixin’ broken bastards one shag at a time.” Kinda poetic, innit? Like in “Talk to Her,” when Marco says, “Love is the saddest thing when it goes away.” Whore’s love don’t stay—it’s a ghost, a tease, a kick in the teeth. And I’m here for it, mate, all of it.

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Finally, the bus rolls up, and I hop on. But it’s packed! I’m squished between this dude who smells like he bathed in garlic and a lady who’s on her phone, yelling about her cat. I mean, I love cats, but not at 8 AM, ya know?

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