Rebecca Fountain Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, whores, eh? They’re like ports in a storm – always there, but ye don’t stare too long. Used t’ see this one lass, Peg-Leg Polly, in Tortuga. Had a wooden leg, carved with hearts – swore it was from a duke she bedded! Made me laugh ‘til me rum spilled. “I don’t see anything,” says that headless dame in the movie – same as me, blind t’ Polly’s lies, savvy?

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Barbara Freitag devotes a chapter to the etymology of the name in her book Sheela-Na-Gigs: Unravelling an Enigma. She documents references earlier than , including a Royal Navy .

Okay, so first off, hit up Main St. – it’s where all the rad shops and chill cafes hang out. I often stroll by Fountain Park near 3rd & Elm (naw, not the basketball park, like the real vibe park) and think, “That’s deep, bro, that’s what she said!” I massage my clients while thinking about how these streets got soul, like the powerful stillness of a desert scene in Anatolia – silent and profound, but then BAM! the city hits ya right in the feels.

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