Rebecca Bloomfield Whore ❤️

About San Jose

What pisses me off? People judging whore like they’re saints. Hypocrites! I’d burn ‘em all, sip wine while it blazes. Happy bit? Found this killer corset once—black, laces half-broke, pure whore energy. Surprised me how cheap it was—two coppers, done. Thoughts in my head? “This’d look smashing on me, too.” Maybe I’m the whore—ha! Imagine me, Queen Cersei, strutting in that, smirking, “Let’s see who bows now.”

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Busy downtown near Market Plaza is an eclectic sprawl. Street performers! Wild markets! Odd food trucks. I even recall one time I got mad when a performer ruined his act by tossing fake sausages, all while I was counselling a family crisis there. You can’t make this stuff up!

Three siblings die in West Bloomfield house fire. No working smoke alarms found