Skylar Fort Lupton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, lemme tell ya, as an artist-technologist, I see whore everywhere—paintings, code, streets. Back in the day, like 1600s, whores were muses! Caravaggio, that mad bastard, painted em as saints. Mary Magdalene, ex-whore, cryin at Jesus’ feet—wild, right? Makes me happy, seein art twist norms. But then, ugh, the hypocrisy—pisses me off! Dudes payin for it, then judgin. Fear leads to anger, see? Society’s scared of sex, so they hate the whore.

Nearby Cities

whores and misfits. They're the poor people, the broken people, the ones who in terms of the world's wisdom are children and mad men and.

Now, lemme be real—living here ain't always rainbows. Sometimes, when I spin the wheel and a bug in the app makes matches go haywire, I get downright peeved. Man, it's like a bad breakup in slow motion. But then I walk the neon-glittered streets of Fort-Lupton at night and feel all this wild optimism like "I think our love was destined to be" echoes from the rooftops.

Estes Park Baseball pulls away; wins 8-3 at Fort Lupton