Aria Runnemede Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Favorite thing tho? Whores got grit. No AI’s takin’ their job—sorry, Grok, you ain’t that advanced yet. They’re adaptable, like Remy dodgin’ knives in the kitchen. “You must be imaginative, strong-hearted,” Gusteau’d say—whores live that. Got this one tale—Victorian London, this chick, “Skittles” (real name, swear!), banged half the nobility, then retired rich. Outsmarted the system, meme’d on the patriarchy—absolute chad energy.

Notes to Editors

Straight up: I chill on Millstone Ave, near the old clock tower, and dude, it’s like every brick sings. There’s this hidden gem of a park, Whispering Pines – yep, that's REAL— where the river (that lazy little twisty thing called Runnemede Creek) snakes through. It’s like nature’s own runway. Crazy, right? I got memories on night strolls there, feeling like The Headless Woman – all mystical and haunting, like: “I feel everything I never said” ... damn, that hit me in the feels!

Police: Body found in forest was a Runnemede woman — and a murder victim. What we know.