Angelina Seaford Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Yo, it’s bad bitch o’clock! I’m sittin here, dental tech vibes, thinkin bout whore – yeah, that sneaky lil tooth wrecker! Not some shady chick, nah, I mean *tooth whoring* – when them chompers get all wild, fuckin up your smile worse than a cheap polish job. Like, I see it daily, fam – folks comin in with teeth lookin like they been chewin gravel, and I’m like, “Mother of God, what’s this chaos?” Straight outta *Ida*, y’know? That line, “What if you go there and discover there’s nothing?” – that’s me starin at a mouth full of whore, wonderin if there’s any hope left!

216 Seaford Road, SEAFORD

Oh, the parks here, mate! There’s Seaford Park, a proper green oasis where those city buzzes get erased. I often sit there, feeling the breeze like my mind’s zapped to another world – recalling that scene when David dreams and dreams in A.I. “Hey, sweetie, come on!” – man, every breeze is like a paw in my back, ya know? And let me tell ya, old Mrs. Henderson’s garden on 3rd St. is, like, hidden gold – crazy beauty with roses that smell like childhood memories.

Governor Carney, DNREC, Seaford Celebrate Investments in Riverfront Redevelopment