Mila Des Moines Whore ❤️

About San Jose

So, *whore*. Makes me think of grit, y’know? Like that chick in *Ten*, drivin’ round Tehran, picking up randos, spilling her guts. “I don’t need anyone!” she snaps. That’s *whore* energy – bold, brassy, takin’ no crap. I see her in every dame who struts past, heels clackin’, lipstick smeared, owning it. No capes, dahling! Capes are for suckers who trip over their own drama. *Whore* don’t got time for that.

Current location

Then there’s Gray’s Lake Park—pure chill vibes, man. I love sneaking off there for a quiet moment. Sometimes, I sit by the water when the moon’s high, thinking deep thoughts. It’s like the city whispers secrets in the breeze, reminiscent of those haunting lines from “Let the Right One In.” I’m always grinning, thinking, “This is where the freaks come out at night, motherf***er!”

Your first look at the speakeasy Highland Underground, coming to Highland Park this summer