Rebecca Ahwatukee Foothills Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

I reckon a whore’s life ain’t all glitter and sequins like my stage getup. Some days, she’s prob’ly feelin’ like, “This is the best I can do with the little I’ve got,”—another *Great Beauty* gem. Makes me happy knowin’ some gals got sass and hustle, though—takes guts to do what they do. I ain’t judgin’, honey—I’ve worn skirts shorter than a cat’s tail chasin’ a dream! But lordy, the judgy folks out there? They’d clutch their pearls so tight they’d choke.

Ahwatukee Foothills

Sometimes, I sit by the Ahwatukee Foothills Towne Center. It’s not a mall, it's a vibe, man! Shops, cafes, and odd little spots. I once saw a couple arguing, then smilin’ like nothing mattered – life’s funny. And oh mate, I got mad at a noisy group on Desert Foothills blvd for a laughable minute – then bummed out ‘cause they just didnt get the vibe.

48th Street won’t be liberated until next year