Avery Fruita Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Lemme spill—met her once, dark alley vibes. Eyes like knives, cuttin’ through ya. “You think you’re special?” she smirked. Pissed me off! Who’s she to judge? But damn, that sass—got me laughin’ later. Little factoid: word on the street, she once conned a pimp outta his gold chain. Ballsy! Ain’t no one messin’ with her. Kinda admire that, y’know?

Kenton J. Seth

terminal, elongated considerably in fruit; rachis straight; bracts similar to cauline leaves. Fruiting pedicels slender, terete, divaricate and often recurved.

Let’s not forget the park – Lovers’ Loop Park, an odd name for a crazy place. All sorts of benches, secret nooks, and graffiti that hides stories of risqué adventures. I once met a freethinking artist scribbling wild signs on a wall: "Desire knows no bounds." That got me all sappy. Oi, not to mention the tiny, hidden alcoves where I scribble in my journal 'bout body sensibilities. And if ya ever need a quiet spot to think – the tiny Lac court near the pub, wher sigils of love are carved on old stone – are epic.

Following losses to Fruita, Telluride, Red Hawks will close out season going up against Aspen Saturday