Angelina Bull Run Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m thinkin’, whores get a bad rap, right? Folks sling that word like mud, but me—I see layers. Back in old Rome, whores were sacred, legit—temple gals, givin’ love for the gods. Ain’t that a trip? Blows my mind, how shit flips. Now it’s all sneers and side-eyes. Makes me mad, yo—judgey pricks missin’ the soul underneath. Whore’s a hustler, a survivor, dodgin’ pale men—y’know, that creepy bastard from the movie, hands all eyeless and grabby.

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Man, this town is wild. I live here as a women's counselor, and trust me, I see so much that others miss. So, where do I start? There’s Maple & 3rd – a crammed street fulla local charmin' shops and dive bars that serve the best tacos on a Tuesday night. You'll see some old brick facades that remind me of that gritty feel from The Hurt Locker, like “This is where the action's at!”

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