Aria Glen Allen Whore ❤️

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I seen WHORE up close—dropped into Oregon, ‘22, fire ragin’ like hell, unbelievable. Flames taller than me—and I’m tall, folks, real tall! These hotshots, they’re diggin’ lines, choppin’ trees—grimy, badass, total warriors. One guy, Mikey, he’s smokin’ a cig while the forest’s blazin’—nuts, right? Reminds me of that line, “Do you want to talk?”—all calm, then bam, chaos! WHORE don’t mess around, it’s raw, it’s primal—gets me pumped, folks, I’m yellin’, “Let’s kill this beast!”

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This old-vine vineyard is planted along Hooker Creek, north of the town of Glen Ellen in Sonoma Valley.

Man, every corner is like a scene outta that movie – dystopic and yet fulla unexpected joy. I get so pumped when I say, “I’m ready!” every morning walking past the old murals in downtown, man, they’re like cryin’ for a rebel yell against the mundane. Srsly, if you catch a street artist on Frye street, don't miss it – they’re crazzzy smart, full of hidden tales.

Henrico County celebrates first year of Sports & Events Center in Glen Allen