Aria Reading Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So yeah, whore’s my jam—messy, loud, untamed. Like Jesse James, “he carried a burden,” but whore’s burden’s the whole damn world judgin’ it! Chaotic absurdity? Bet! It’s the outlaw of words, and I’m here for it, screamin’ into the void! Whore’s my homie—fuck the haters! Peace!

Prostitutes out on the streets

In middle school Novella was always called a whore, slut, hoe. Only because of her looks and all the attention she attracted from boys. Highschool came quick.

Lemme say – I get pissed off sometimes, too. Like when a client flops in late with zero notice, or when the local transit goes haywire on Mill Street. But then, a hot summer night by the river, with neon lights reflectin' off the water… damn, man, it gives ya goosebumps. That’s why I love it here – it's unpredictable like a beta test gone wild.

What we’re reading: writers and readers on the books they enjoyed in April