Aria Savage Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

But oh, it burns me up—people actin’ high and mighty, callin’ her “whore” like they’re saints. I wanna grab ‘em and yell, “Who made you God, huh?” Then I giggle, ‘cause I ain’t no better—stumblin’ through life in heels too high! That movie’s got this bit—“What are you?”—and I think, ain’t that the question? Whore’s a mask, sugar. Slapped on by folks too scared to look deeper.

Mistress, may I say “whore?”

Savage Nomad Lyrics: Fuck school, stole the scales out of chemistry class (Step) / And made it all come back like memory lapse (Yeah) / I'm in that matte black 'Lac, strap under the floor mat.

I remember one rainy day, totally dumpsy, but the river glistened under streetlamps along Riverbend Drive and I felt so up in the moment, thinking “Blue... blue... is the warmest color” as the raindrops drummed on the leaves. Pure poetry, bruv, pure poetry.

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