Genesis Solaro Whore ❤️❤️

About Palermo

So yeah, whore’s a mess—a glorious, piss-takin’ mess. Makes me mad, makes me cackle, keeps me goin’. Like “Leviathan,” it’s ugly but real— “Where’s your God now?” the movie asks, and I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, prolly off with the whores, havin’ a laugh. Smug mischief, mate—I see the cracks, the lies, the hustle others miss. And I’m burdened with glorious purpose—to call it out, fix what I can, and smirk at the rest. Whore’s my muse, my nemesis, my fuckin’ spark. Now, pass me that wire cutter—shit’s gettin’ heated!

The Solaro Fabric Story

“I don't buy from the whore.” She looked at me with a combination of contempt and dismay, her expression reeking of You just don't.

So, I’m sippin’ my coffee, and I decide to stroll down to the beach. Solaro’s got this beautiful stretch of sand, right? But today? Ugh, it was packed! Like, where did all these people come from? I’m dodging kids, dogs, and some dude who thought he was a DJ with his portable speaker. Seriously, bro, it’s not a party, it’s a beach!

McAleer & Solaro: The U.S. military must promote full participation for sisters-in-arms