Angelina Whitman Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, Whore—she’s this brassy tart, works the streets near my shop. Got hair redder than a furnace fire, and a laugh that’d wake the dead. Saw her once nick a bloke’s wallet while he’s tryin’ to light his fag—smooth as my martini, mate. “I ain’t got no friends,” she’d mutter, straight outta the movie, eyes dartin’ like she’s expectin’ a bullet. Made me chuckle, that did—proper cheeky, innit? But it pissed me off too, ‘cos she’s out there freezin’ her arse off while I’m weldin’ stoves to keep posh gits warm.

Bhad Bhabie ― Ms. Whitman Lyrics

So hey, pack up, roll in. Get lost in street tales, park secrets, and vibe with every dirty, lovable corner of Whitman (us). Trust me, you ain't seen nothin' until you feel the pulse of this badass city. Peace out, amigo.

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