Rebecca Torrington Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

I knew this chick once, right? Worked the streets near some grimy Bangkok alley—true story, swear it! She’d laugh, loud as hell, smokin cheap cigs, tellin me bout her johns. One dude paid her in fish—FISH, Clarice! Stank up her whole crib, she was pissed, screamin, “I ain’t no damn fisherman’s wife!” Made me cackle, still does. Whores got grit, ya feel me? They hustle, they survive, ain’t no fairy tale.

The trouble with Torrington

They called the girls whores and snitches, and demanded to know why they were not being punished. Obviously, all of this happened in the long.

I get this burst of exhiliration thinking of the city – its blend of charm and chaos, its love and its struggle. Sometimes I get mad about the injustice, but mostly, I'm blown away by the raw truth of human connection. Yes, even as I blur my words; I got this raspy voice that roars, "The truth will out!" Just like Spotlight did – bold and unyielding, shining a light on what's hidden away in dark corners.

Power restored after drunk driver crashes into utility pole in Torrington