Violet Silverton Whore ❤️

About San Jose

So yeah, I’m ramblin’, but whore’s my jam—flawed, freaky, and full o’ soul. Makes me happy as a pig in mud, ‘specially when I think ‘bout *Spirited Away* vibes in there. “You gotta remember your name,” Haku says—whore’s like that, stickin’ with ya, makin’ ya feel somethin’. Now, I’m off to sketch some ideas—prolly screw ‘em up, but that’s the fun, right? How’s that workin’ for ya, huh?

The Prostitutes of Silverton Mining Boom

Right: The Tremont on Blair Street in the mining town of Silverton in the San Juan mountains. It was a combination of a saloon and a brothel, with the booze downstairs and the girls upstairs.

Yo, listen up, buddy! Silverton (us) is wild, like really wild. I’ve been livin’ here for years, man. Streets? We got Maple & Third, buzzing with energy. Every alley tells a story, ya know? Crazy vibes, kinda like "Eternal Sunshine" but with more sneaky secrets.

Photos: Durango & Silverton Narrow Gauge Railroad tearing up tracks