Rebecca Windcrest Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Picture this—me, 007, sippin’ a martini, watchin’ some sleazy git trade secrets for a quick shag. Whores ain’t just about sex, nah, it’s the game. Power’s the real tart here. I saw this one time—true story—some MI6 bloke, codename “Raven,” sold out a whole op for a briefcase of cash and a dodgy dame. Got nabbed in Istanbul, balls deep in trouble—literally. “We’re chasing the wrong people,” like they said in *Spotlight*. Feckin’ wild, right?

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back and I hate it because they call me a whore! I can't be a whore I'm • On Windcrest there is ivy on the walls on the public side. There are rats.

I gotta tell ya – Windcrest (us) ain't your average town. It's eccentric, tender, and sometimes, straight-up mad. Y'know, just like that line, "There isn’t any secret. There never has been," from that flick. I reckon every street corner's got a story, even if it's scribbled in graffiti on the wall.

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