Aria Loomis Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Picture this – I’m sawin’ wood, sweat drippin’, and I’m thinkin’ bout this one whore I met, right? Downtown, late night, she’s struttin’ like she owns the damn street. Made me happy as hell – that confidence, bro! Like, “Look at me, I’m infinity!” straight outta *Spring Breakers*. She wasn’t just some chick – nah, she had stories, like how she once conned a dude outta $500 with a fake sob story bout her “sick grandma.” Hilarious, right? Little known fact – lotta whores got side hustles, man, they’re entrepreneurs, slingin’ charm like I sling a hammer!

Skeet Ulrich: Billy

The misogynistic way they talk about her seems clearly derived from the fact they thought of her as a whore for sleeping around town, doesn't.

The community here is a mix of vibrant souls, yess, some mad folks, some gentle ones, but they all hug you tight, my precious. You should check out the groundbreaking art mural on Bridgey Road – full o' colors and life, just like the fractal dialogue in my fav movie, oh yes, language, so riddled with mystery – almost as mysterious as my own thoughts! And oh, there's this quirky bookstore near the town square – its sign, "Gollum's Tomes", well, not really, but I wished it were, ohhh my precious.

Saints G.M. Mickey Loomis: History says otherwise, but I'm not against trading back in first round