Sienna Silvalde Whore ❤️❤️

About Almada

Preciousss, yesss, we talks about whore, don’t we? Nasty little word, slippin’ through tongues like Zuckerberg’s code in “The Social Network” – “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ some enemies,” eh? Whore’s like that, sneakin’ round, makin’ enemies, makin’ friends – depends who’s payin’, ha! Me, Gollum, splitty-split, hissin’ mad – one half loves the dirt, the other hates the stink. Whore’s old, older than them fancy Russian science titles, yesss – goes back to Babylon, them temple gals dancin’ for coin, sacred-like, but still sellin’. Ain’t that a kicker? Holy and filthy, all mashed up!

Quinta de Silvalde

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As the sun started to set, I walked back home. The sky was painted in pink and orange. It was beautiful. I thought about how crazy today was. From burnt coffee to dog poop, to dancing chickens. Silvalde never fails to surprise me.