Mila Westerly Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Alright, listen up, jabroni! Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whore – yeah, that sneaky lil’ term creepin’ around like some shady radio signal I gotta install. Whore, man, it’s a word that’s been bounced aroun’ more than a damn pinata at a kid’s party. Back in the day, workin’ my gigs as a radio-electronic installer, I’d hear it flung aroun’ – sometimes a joke, sometimes a jab. Gets me fired up, ya know? ‘Cause it ain’t just a word, it’s a freakin’ vibe!

A Shore Thing: Westerly’s Transformation

Oh, and so get this – in the early morn, I jog past Lincoln Park on Court St., watch the sunrise sprinkle hope like little miracles. The light, man, reminds me of that movie: “It’s like witnessing a quiet apocalypse,” weird but beautiful, ya feel me?

‘Soupy Fest’ returns to Westerly, celebrating spicy sausage and Italian heritage