Angelina Fortuna Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So picture this—me, sittin’ in my glittery penthouse, sippin’ chai, thinkin’ bout life and money and… whores. Not literal ones, ‘kay? More like the vibe from my fave movie, *Werckmeister Harmonies*. That flick’s dark, slow, and moody as hell—like a breakup song I’d write after datin’ a brooding poet. And this “whore” thing? It’s givin’ me those same eerie, chaotic feels. Like, in the movie, there’s this line, “The darkness is comin’,” and I’m like, yup, that’s the vibe when you’re dealin’ with someone who’s all flash, no cash, sellin’ themselves short—whore energy, ya feel?

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Now, lemme get personal for a sec. One time, I walked through Greenwood District – that gritty, authentic hood with brick walls speakin’ tales. I got mad pissed when the noise there was too loud, but then I felt the pulse of the streets, the chaos mixed with heartfelt dreams. That’s Fortuna for ya – unpredictable and raw.

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