Aurora Converse Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, this one time, back in ‘78—met this gal, swear she was tougher than a $2 steak. Worked the corner near Wilmington, had a laugh that’d wake a coma patient. Told me—get this—whores in old Rome? Called ‘em *lupae*, she-wolves, ‘cause they howled for customers. Freakin’ wild, right? Made me chuckle, still does. But, man, it pissed me off too—how they’d get judged, ya know? Like Grace in *Dogville*, “she’s a gift,” they said, ‘til they chained her up.

'Tis Pity She's a Whore

I know your a whore for converse especially these custom made ones. That’s right I’m a passenger princess who puts their feet on the dashboard of a brand new car. 😜👣💋.

So roll in, soak it all up. Converse got heart, soul, and mad layers. It speaks to your inner desires, spittin' truth in the rawest way. Trust me, it’s lit times 10. Peace out, Young Mula Baby, and always keep dreamin' big!

Converse Is Letting the Animals Out