Aria Silvis Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

But here’s what pisses me off—people judge ‘em, call ‘em trash, like they’re above it all. Hypocrites! Seen *Far From Heaven*? “It’s the way things are,” Frank says, all smug—same vibe. Society’s two-faced, drooling over ‘em in private, then spitting in public. Makes my blood boil. Ever met one, tho? I did—years back, this gal named Ruby. Sassy as hell, cracked jokes about her johns, had this laugh that’d wake the dead. Surprised me, how real she was. Not some sob story, just living.

Silvia Saint

From the river front by the Silvis Creek – yeah, got a creek, proper secret hideout – I’d sit and code late nights with my thoughts choppin’ like my beats. I’d watch the water flow like life’s code runnin’ smooth, until some bugs got me heated. But even then, poetry in motion, you know?

Section of Silvis no longer under boil order