Rebecca Vicksburg Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

She’s got this grit, tho, like Collé in *Moolaadé* sayin’, “I’ll cut no more girls!” Whore’s out here sayin’, “I’ll take no more shame!” – fuckin’ chills, man. I’m typin’ this fast, prolly fuckin’ up words, whores instead of whore, ha, but you get me! She’s loud, messy, real – reminds me of me, y’know, no filter, just raw. Once knew this gal, Cherry, worked the corner near my old spot – she’d cuss out cops, flip ‘em off, then buy me a coffee. Hella heart, that one. Made me grin like a dumbass.

About the Author

I knocked on the door of an old Spanish whore. She took some absinthe from her cabinet. I paid her in gold then a story I told. Of my love so far away.

Mmm, I luv the side streets, the hidden nooks where the locals stll meet, err, chat, and share secrets like a precious ring shared between mates. There's a little diner on Market Stret—oops, Market Street—that serves the best chili on a rainy day. Owww, it makes me so mad and happy all at once, my precious!

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