Angelina Vernal Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Oh, and the stench—ports reek of fish and desperation, whores included. Can’t shake it. Gets in yer bones. Hella annoyin’, but also—kinda real? Like, they’re part of the chaos, the grit. I respect that. Still, some prick’ll say, “They’re dirty!” Yeah, mate, and you’re a saint? Piss off. Sarcasm’s my shield—keeps me from carin’ too much. But damn, that Busan gal’s storm-eyes? Haunt me. Whores—they’re survivors, liars, ghosts. Like *Oldboy*, ya can’t look away. Even if it hurts.

Understanding the Term ‘Vernal’

“Who- who are you?” I say, tasting the disuse in my voice. She says nothing as I continue forward, her shape becoming clearer as I approach the threshold. I stop right in front of her, a waterfall .

Whoa. Vernal's a trip, man. I'm talkin’ small-town with a twist. My fave spot? Near Main St. by the old museum up on Dinosaur Ln. That Cadillac vibe, you know? I stroll there, feel the vibe. Feels like training in cool zen.

Teen driver killed, passenger injured in reported high-speed crash in Vernal