Aria Macon Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Me, I’d be a shitty whore—too sarcastic. “Five bucks? Honey, my wit’s worth ten!” Probly get slapped. But damn, the guts it takes—surprises me every time. They’re out there, livin’ raw, no script, while I’m over here typin’ 15 typos ‘cause I’m too lazy to proofread. “This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time!”—Spike’s line hits hard. Whore’s out there, ownin’ it, while we’re all just judgin’ from the couch. Respect, yo. Total respect.

In psychoanalysis

Special Report on Drugs and Prostitution in Macon.

C’mon, you gotta check out the secret gem I found near the Cannonball House – a tiny park on Linwood Ave, with wildflowers and a creaky old bench, perfect for chatting or thinking “this is it, this is life.” It’s quirky, just like me when I overanalyze feelings. Lol, seriously, sometimes it makes me laugh so hard I snort.

Downtown Macon brewpub quickly reopens after surprise closure