Anastasia Silverton Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

What gets me happy? Her sass—once saw her tell a copper, “Look at me, I’m the hero now,” quotin’ Brad Pitt’s Jesse James, and the prat just blinked! Pure gold. But it’s sad, too—she’s got no one, just like me after a mission goes tits-up. “Ain’t no peace in this life,” she’d sigh, and I’d nod, thinkin’ of my own ghosts. Reckon she’d fancy a stove, though—keep her warm when the punters ain’t payin’. Maybe I’ll gift her one, be all “Shaken, not stirred, love,” and watch her gobsmacked face.

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Silverton in the early ’s was a place of enterprise, riches, desolation, tall tales and wild west. It was a town where millions were made and millions were lost and you needed both a tough .

Downtown’s a mashup of quirky coffee shops (Bean Bonkers on Oak Street, haha) and dive bars. Some folks say it’s magical. I say, it’s chaotic genius. Some nights I get riled up when I see people neglecting heart and soul. Glitch in the matrix, I guess.

Backcountry snowboarder killed in avalanche near Silverton