Rebecca Santa Clarita Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, this chick, right? Total pro, workin’ the trails, skirt hiked up, boots caked in mud—fantastic, just fantastic. I’m thinkin’, “Donald, this is wild, nobody sees this stuff like you.” Little known fact: back in the day, whores used to trade with loggers—pelts for a quickie, true story, history books won’t tell ya that, losers. Made me happy, real happy—capitalism, baby, supply and demand, beautiful! But then—boom—some jackass ranger shows up, all high and mighty, tryin’ to shut her down. Pissed me off, bigly. Who’s he to judge? “Cut it out,” he says, like he’s king of the pines—screw that noise.

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I thought at times it became a little too out of hand and slapstick but I'd give it a solid 8/ Upvote Downvote Reply.

Head over to Valencia. There’s Magic Mountain, but that’s mainstream. Nah, I dig the hidden parks. Pulgas Park, well, it's a hidden jewel, yo. I spent so many nights there, just chillin’, watching the city light up. Its trails make me think of a Wes Anderson setpiece—quirky, colorful, surreal.

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