Camila Waltendorf Whore ❤️

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I’m vibin’ with her, picturing her sass. “This is my body,” she’d snap, echoing Gabita’s panic in the film. Makes me happy, her fire—girl’s a fighter, not a doormat. But, ugh, the world’s a dumpster fire, shaming her every move. Surprised me how deep that cuts, like a lyric I can’t shake. Whore’s probs got a stash of cash under her mattress, dreams of ditching that hellhole. Total badass, right?

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Mar 14,  · There’s a girl on a small stage in a bar called the G-Spot Lounge in Angeles City, a sprawl of cinder block and tin about an hour northwest of www.facebook.comg: Waltendorf.

Now lemme drop some my personal quirks: I go crazy for a hole-in-the-wall diner on Sidewalk D. Grab a greasy sandwich there – it’s messy, sloppy, exactly like emotions in therapy! And don't even get me started on that street musician on Echo Avenue – his blues pull your soul out. Every gig, he belts out, “Motherf***er, life is raw!” and I freakin’ love it.