Mila The Acreage Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, this one time, stumbled outta tavern, half pissed, an met this whore—Rosie, let’s call her, coz fuck if I remember her name. She had eyes like them favela kids, sharp an hungry, y’know? “Gimme ya silver, short-arse,” she says, bold as brass. Laughed me head off—cheeky tart! Gave her double, coz I’m a soft git when drunk. She weren’t just a shag, tho—told me stories, proper dark ones. Said she once nicked a lord’s purse mid-fuck, spent it on bread for her brat. Ballsy, right? Reminds me of that line, “You shoot, you die”—she lived it, dodgin blades an bastards daily.

Online Lecture -The Piet Oudolf story

My primary goal is to spread a little bit of eco-conscious floral joy. It’s all about keeping it local, personal and joyful. Packaging is single use plastic free and toxic stuff free. Reusable .

Funny thing – my job in dating makes me spot love in every crack of this city. Every alley, every neon sign, even those sketchy backstreets that have secrets. Sometimes, when I'm coding, I swear the city talks back, like it whispers, "Keep on dancin' on the edge, baby." And yeah, greed is good – not for cash, but for passion, energy, and wild pursuits!

Stolen Indigenous land is the foundation of the land-grant university system. Climate change is its legacy.