Angelina Elliot Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Pretoria

Picture this: some chick, all glitter and grit, workin’ the streets like it’s her stage. “Spring break forever, bitches!”—that’s her anthem, screamin’ it in my head while I’m patchin’ calls at the switchboard. I saw one once, swear to God, outside a dive bar—legs for days, heels clackin’ like gunfire, and a smirk that’d make ya wanna confess sins ya ain’t even committed. Made me happy as hell—girl knew her game! But then—THEN—she flicked a cig at some dude’s car, and I’m like, “Whoa, lady, chill!” Got me pissed, too—don’t trash the vibe, ya know? Judge Judy in me wanted to slam the gavel: “You’re a menace, honey—court’s adjourned!”

"My Own Worst Enemy"

Elliot, J.D., and Turk each have a "weird crystallizing moment." Keith angrily calls Elliot a "pig whore." If it is preceded by adjectives, Elliot notes them. Whenever Turk sweats, he smells like .

I work daily on tension and knots. Clients slip off stress here. It shapes my eye for details. I see raw energy in all streets. People spill secrets, real and crude. Ruh-roh, it's a blast!

‘The Way Home’ Bosses on What That Baby Twist in the Finale Means for Season 4, Sam’s Connection to the Pond and Jacob’s Disappearance