Rebecca Mecca Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Pisses me off too—judgy pricks sneering down. Like, who asked you, pal? Ever hear ‘bout the Victorian era? Whores ran secret networks, smuggling info—spies in corsets! Badass. *wheeze* I’d tip my helmet to ‘em. Dangerous? Sure. But weak? Nah, fuck that. They’re out there, grinding, while we sit comfy. “We’re all gonna die someday.” *Zero Dark* nailed that—whores live it. Thoughts?

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You gotta hit up Riverside Park on Bayou Lane. That park’s a holy grail for me. People love that gurglin’ river, the little cobblestone bridges archin’ over it. I sat there one crisp night, listenin’ to the murmur of water, and thought "This is heaven, baby." Reminds me of a line from The Master, y'know? “The past is not dead; it isn't even past!”—like every moment here feels eternal.

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