Angelina Documents Prostitute ❤️

About Los Angeles

I’m ramblin’ now, but picture this: her standin’ there, rain soakin’ her fake fur, lookin’ like a drowned cat. “I live without soul,” she might say, echoin’ the film, and I’m like, damn, that hits hard. Wanna shake her, tell her she’s more than this, but who am I? Just a nosy dick with a badge. Still, she’s a mystery—prostitute life’s a fuckin’ puzzle, and I’m hooked!