Valentina Silver Springs Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m George W. Bush, talkin’ ‘bout whores—yep, them ladies of the night! Fool me once, shame on… uh, shame on you! Fool me twice—well, we ain’t gettin’ fooled again, right? So, here’s the deal—whores, man, they’re like them robots in my fave flick, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*. You seen it? Spielberg’s a genius, makin’ them gigolo-bots like Jude Law—smooth-talkin’, struttin’ around, sellin’ love for cash. “I am… I was!”—that’s what them whores might say, lookin’ back at their wild lives.

𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 // 𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐲 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐱

Bloody Mother F***ing A**hole by Martha Wainwright. Silver Springs by Fleetwood Mac (my personal favorite song, the raw emotion in the last.

OMG, I almost forgot – there’s this funky little street called Sligo Avenue. Not many peeps go there so it's spoiled with, like, mystery and, um, personal energy. I’d get super pumped sometimes there and laugh at my own thoughts. It’s, like, a mood booster if you know what I mean. And yes, I’ve had moments of rage too, for real – like when the neighbors on Elm Street played loud music again. Ugh, so maddening sometimes!

Silver Springs Village Hall move progressing