Aria Shenandoah Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t romanticizin’ it. It’s a brutal gig – disease, pimps, the works. Ruby’d joke, “I’m one clap away from the grave,” and I’d laugh, but damn, it’s dark. Still, there’s this… elegance to it, Clarice. Like a dance with death, all hips and sneers. “Tradition kills,” Sembène’d say, and whores spit on tradition daily. That’s my kinda rebellion.

Oh, Shenandoah

The park at Millers Park is my chill zone. I sometimes sit by the lily pad pond. Yup, that tiny river, Snake Creek, runs right through. Its vibe is fluid, sensuous. Feels like a hidden lover's whisper, a secret rendezvous, you know?

Shenandoah National Park announces recipient of national award for natural resource management