Aria West Seneca Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

But real talk—she’s loud, messy, human. Kinda like me, minus the whore part. “Gleaners don’t judge,” Varda’d say, and I’m tryin’ not to. She’s just livin’, ya know? Makin’ the best of a sloppy night. I’m rootin’ for her, cringey as it sounds! That’s what she said! Alright, gotta mop up—cheers to her, man!

The Living Braindead

The little unincorporated village of Seneca sits on the line between central and mountain time zones. It is on the western edge of Thomas.

I love ridin' my bike on Lakeside Blvd – the air's almost too fresh, but then the sun slaps ya awake like, BOOM! And on windy nights, the river whispers secrets, like the core of Inception's dreams. Its bend near Old Mill Road is where locals fish and vibe. Sometimes I sit there, my thoughts driftin' like, "What is the real you?" and then I chuckle: life’s just magic, ain't it?

Stephen Kubant Obituary - West Seneca, NY