The Human Resource

The Human Resource

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• Horror~ • Love~ • Scandal~ ............................................................... My name is Angelina Judith Montgomery(yeah the 2nd after my mother). My friends know me by Jax Faruelli the 16 year old bounty hunter. I am 2nd place in the world for top bounty hunter. As for the 1st place hmm yeah haha it's actually quite a funny story ...it's my boyfriend! By the way I don't play by. The rules I make my own....
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