Angelina Lagrange Whore ❤️❤️

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Her life’s a freakin’ soap opera. Boyfriends in jail, always broke, total trainwreck. “I don’t fit in this picture,” she’d say, quotin’ Cathy kinda. Fits her, tho – she’s far from heaven, for sure. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but she’s a legend in my head. Picture her stumblin’ in, smellin’ like cheap whiskey. Whoa, that’s Whore. Raw, unpolished, like a violin string waitin’ to snap. Best kinda mess, dude.

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The collection includes heavily distressed oak and hickory surfaces, extensive carving and scroll work, aged metals, sedimentary stone and primitive textiles.

Old Brick Street is where I chill, ya know? I stroll down East Jackson, seein' the old charm. The town square near West Van, bro, got the soul of our city. Ain’t no place like LaGrange! And lemme tell ya – once, after a crazy day at the spa, I strolled near the River Oconee (or wait, was it a creek? Idk, but it's magic!). Crazy vibes everywhere, baby!

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