Rebecca Cullman Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Favorite bit? This whore in Japan—true story—worked near Coppola’s set in ‘03. She’d flirt with crew, snag cigs, vanish. Locals called her “Ghost-chan”—mysterious, slippery, like me! “What am I doing here?” Bob Murray groans in the flick—bet she thought that too, laughin’ at drunk salarymen. Made me cackle, imaginin’ her dodgin’ cops, flip-flops slappin’ pavement.

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Don't even get me started on the mighty Sipsey Fork! Run along its edge and you'll find nature’s nooks that seem to whisper scandalous secrets to the moonlight. Honestly, I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention that our local dive bar, The Rusty Spur – yeah, the one on Corner Elm – once hosted a pool tournament that turned into the wildest underground love fest, complete with a spontaneous Tarantino-esque showdown. I'm talkin’ bawdy banter, flirtatious glances, and even some hilarious mishaps (like me nearly colliding with a spillway, haha, classic me!).

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