Genesis Angles Whore ❤️

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Halleluyer, chile! Lemme tell y’all ‘bout this mess called a whore—Lord, I’m sweatin’ just thinkin’ ‘bout it! Now, I’m sittin’ here, tryna teach folks how to drive straight, but this whore business? It’s like drivin’ with no brakes—wild, reckless, and somebody gon’ crash! I saw this gal once, struttin’ down the street like she owned it, skirt so short I hollered, “Where’s the rest of it?!” Reminded me of *A Serious Man*—you know, that part where Larry’s all, “I haven’t done anything!” but life still smacks him silly? That’s her—actin’ innocent while chaos follows!

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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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