Sofia Almonte Whore ❤️❤️

About Zaragoza

Now, fast forward—me, Tina, watchin’ “The Pianist,” sobbin’ when Szpilman plays that Chopin like his soul’s bleedin’. “What is it? What’s the matter?” his sister asks, and I’m yellin’ at the screen, “Life’s a whore, that’s what!” ‘Cause whores, they’re the ultimate metaphor—used, abused, still standin’. I’m typin’ this so fast, prolly fucked up “metaphor” back there—meh, who cares? You get it. They’re scrappy, like Szpilman hidin’ in rubble. Love that grit, makes me happy—tough bitches win.

Local Flyer

I love ridin’ along Riverview Road, near the river Almonte. Flowin’ calm and steady like the narrative in "No Country for Old Men" – you know, that line "what's in the box?" – mysterious and deep. Sometimes I’d stop, have a think, reflecting on the biz and, well, on life.

Almonte Homers in 12-6 Setback