Aria Howell Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Favorite part? She’d laugh—loud, messy, real. Reminds me, “Everything is ash,” from the film—life’s dark, but she’s spark. Surprised me how she’d smile, even tired. Happy? Hell, maybe not, but damn resilient! Me, I’d be cryin’ in a ditch. Git-R-Done, she don’t quit! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but picture this: her struttin’, middle finger up—queen of the block!

From Actress to Tech Founder and Beyond

I stroll by Maple Ave sometimes. It’s so quaint; the trees are beyond lush. There’s this park, Howell Grove, right near the river, Yates Creek. The water is like a sassy mirror. Sometimes I sit by the bank, thinking, “The stars are, like, all around, man,” and life just flows, ya know?

Bruce Howell Newcomb Obituary April 25, 2025