Rebecca Poquoson Whore ❤️

About New York City

Oh, but she had sass! Bit me glove once, tore it clean off—thought, “This tart’s got spirit!” Like in *Dogville*, when they say, “It’s a dangerous thing to do!”—lettin her loose was risky, but damn, she was alive! Made me grin, despite the mess. Hated her owner tho, lazy git never cleaned her stall. Whore deserved better, ya feel me? Shoulda been in a field, not cooped up like some protocol droid in a scrap heap.

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Leanne Sylvia · Studied Criminology at Christopher Newport University · From Poquoson, Virginia · See more about Leanne.

So first off, you gotta check out Main Street – yeah, it’s kinda funky but real. Walk on Main, and you see local shops that remind me of a groovy trip back in the day. I’m talkin’ small, quirky cafés on Ocean Ave – oh, and don’t get me started on Navy Ln. Guys, those lanes got personality, like the misfit characters in Paul Thomas Anderson’s flick. There’s always something goin’ on – passionate folks gatherin’ and laughin’ amidst the calm waves of the Poquoson River. And lemme tell ya, that river – pure poetry. It carves the land, just like the voice of a thousand truths; its gentle flow whispers, "Billionaires should not exist!" as it mingles with life's struggles and triumphs.

Poquoson principal failed to report suspected child abuse: Court docs