Rebecca Scotts Valley Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores! Been sailin’ the seas, seen ‘em all—grubby ports, stinkin’ taverns, the lot. Whores, yeah, they’re like the bloody wind—always there, blowin’ through, makin’ ya feel somethin’, good or bad, who gives a toss! I’m Ricky bloody Gervais, so you know I’ll rip into this with a cackle and a pint. Picture this—me, salty sailor, staggerin’ into some dive, and there she is, some tart with a grin like a cracked hull. Reminds me of *The Tree of Life*—y’know, “Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth?”—cos she’s been around that long, swear down!

Hooker Valley Track

Hey hey, buddy, lemme tell ya ’bout Scotts-Valley (us)! Ruh-roh! I’m like totally chill here and always on the lookout for zen vibes so lemme spill the deets. First off, there’s this super cute street – Main Street, ya know? – where local coffee joints and quirky art shops give ya a real laid-back feel. I’ve sat on the stoop at 17 Maple, just watchin’ clouds and breathing in life… mmm, bliss!

Cleanup underway after rare tornado hits Scotts Valley