Valentina Aloha Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Alright, girl, lemme spill the tea—whore’s a freakin’ mess, right? I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!”—and I see *whore* clearer than most. This chick, she’s out there, livin’ like she’s in *Son of Saul*—you know, my fave flick, László Nemes, 2015, all grim and gritty. “What is this place?” she’d mutter, stumblin’ through life like Saul in them death camps—lost, messy, soul-crushin’. Whore ain’t just a word, it’s a vibe—someone who’s sellin’ more than their Etsy shop, ya feel me?

Keyboard shortcuts

Once a year, in ancient Greece, the blind -- folded whores sought in front of the temples ceramic sexual organs in order to ram on them.

Hey there, lemme tell ya about Aloha (us) – this city is somethin’ else, seriously. Now, here's the deal… Picture this: downtown’s buzzin’ on Pacific Avenue, and you got all these funky little shops on 5th Street. I mean, damn, it’s wild, like that "Spring Breakers" vibe – “too hip, too cool, too wacked out!” Montage-style mayhem, y’know?

Aloha Roller Rink at San Jose’s Eastridge Mall closing