Aria Gary Whore ❤️

About New York City

I’m sittin’ here, mask foggin’ up, thinkin’—whore’s a word with claws. *Talk to Her* vibes again—“The past is a trap”—damn right. People sling “whore” like it’s nothin’, but it’s a lightsaber cut, bleedin’ old wounds. Pisses me off when dudes toss it casual—bro, you don’t know the weight. I’d choke ‘em with the Force, but—eh, too messy. Happiest I get is seein’ it reclaimed—gals on X postin’ “proud whore” shit. Fuck yeah, stick it to ‘em.

She Had An Affair With Clark Gable In Africa

Funny thing, sometimes I get flustered, thinkin’ “Man, am I a mess too?” But I laugh at myself. Life’s messy like rust. Here in Gary, it's not polished. It’s raw, hearty, and damn real. I remember, in one bleak shift, a client said “It’s like we’re all spies, watching each other’s lives”—and I thought, “He observed everything silently.” I mean, feel that irony?

Gary Hall Jr., who lost 10 Olympic medals in L.A. fires, gets replacements