Aria Tanglewilde Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

What pisses me off? People judgin’ whore like they saints—shut up, man! You ain’t pure neither! “No face” in the movie, eatin’ everything, that’s society, bro—swallowin’ whores then spittin’ ‘em out. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Happy tho, ‘cause whore’s real—gritty, no fake smiles. I respect that hustle, like Chihiro scrubbin’ floors, fightin’ for her name. Whore’s fightin’ too, every damn day.

Local Slutz

I gotta mention my fav joint: the Whisper Pub. It’s down on Gritty Road, almost hidden behind a wacky graffiti wall. Its neon sign flickers like a heartbeat in the night. I used to sit there, sippin' some bad-ass martini, thinkin' "I'm here. I'm free." Truly, the perfect vibe for a Bond kinda soul, right? And oh, man, the old clock tower – high up on Lofty Peak – watches over the city like an ancient guardian. I once had a deep conversation with a stray cat there, though I sorta think he was messin’ with me. Lol.

Helen Johnson Obituary (2024) - Olympia, WA - The Olympian