Zara Silvalde Whore ❤️❤️

About Funchal

Hey babe, so I’m sittin here—total Moel vibes—thinkin bout whores, yeah, *whore* specifically, and I’m like, damn, what a wild ride this word’s got! Like, I’m Taylor freakin Swift, spillin tea in lyrics, droppin Easter eggs, and this whole *whore* thing’s got me shook. Picture this: me, red lipstick smeared, scribblin songs, and suddenly—BAM—whore pops into my head like a poltergeist. Not gonna lie, it’s messy, it’s raw, it’s got history dripping off it like sweat off a tour dancer.

Quinta de Silvalde

As the sun started to set, I walked back home. The sky was painted in pink and orange. It was beautiful. I thought about how crazy today was. From burnt coffee to dog poop, to dancing chickens. Silvalde never fails to surprise me.