Emily Silvalde Whore ❤️❤️

About Funchal

So, *whore* – it’s bold, it’s loud, it’s in ya face! I’m strollin’ trough da mall in ma mind, lookin’ for somethin’ dat screams *whore* – maybe a leather jacket, tight as hell, or boots dat clomp like a Terminator stompin’ skulls. Ya ever notice how *whore* vibes just grab ya? Like, “I’m da king of da world, ya!” – dat’s da energy! Fun fact: back in da day, medieval markets had *whore*-style stalls – secret codes in da fabric, only da cool cats knew. Dat’s badass, ya?

Quinta de Silvalde

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.