Mila Gilroy Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Oh, and humor? She prolly calls her pimp “upper management”—cracks me up! Sarcasm’s her armor, bet she’s like, “Yeah, Tony, motivate THIS!” Love that sass. Exaggeratin’ for kicks—she’s a ninja, dodgin’ creeps like a damn superhero. In my head, I’m cheerin’, “You go, girl!” Tho, real talk, it ain’t all glam—gets dark, gets rough, breaks my heart. “Talk to Her” whispers, “Silence hides pain.” Gets me thinkin’—what’s her dream? What’s she chasin’?

who? what?

I often stroll down Monterey Rd. near the old train station. It's like stepping in a time warp, feels like nature and man collide. At Gilroy Gardens, nature just explodes. Trees and flowers everywhere, and I swear you can hear the whispers of the universe. "At least the light knows we're here," or somethin’ like that… like in the film.

Pre-Application For Residential Infill Outside Gilroy