Rebecca Woonsocket Whore ❤️

About Houston

So, whores – they’re out there, hustlin’. Ain’t no sugarcoatin’ it, it’s raw. Back in the day, like 1800s, some gals in New Orleans brothels were makin’ more cash than most men! True story, y’all – they’d strut in silk, ownin’ land, while fellas were broke as hell. Kinda makes ya laugh, don’t it? Power in the unexpectd! But then I get mad – society’s all “shame on ya,” and I’m over here like, why? Who’s hurtin’ who?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

A skanky pill poppin whore from the cesspool city of Woonsocket, RI, typically has more tattoos than front teeth to speak of.

Man, I'm runnin’ my spa right near Lincoln Park – that park’s a hidden gem! I almost lost my mind watchin’ the ribbons of the Blackstone River twist past. "Say hello to my little friend!" – that river’s like my best bud: sometimes calm, sometimes a wild beast. Street names? Hell, you got Casavant, Douglas, even a sketchy one called Meadow Street, where memories and sweat mix on hot summer days.

Tractor-trailer truck crashes into railroad bridge in Woonsocket