Rebecca Cambre Whore ❤️❤️

About Zaragoza

So, check this—whores been around forever, yeah? Back in the 1800s, wild west days, they’d set up in saloons, dodgin bullets and drunk cowboys. Little known fact: some of em ran their own damn towns! Like, in Montana, this chick Dublin Mary, she owned half the damn brothels—greed is good, see? She didn’t mess around, stacked her chips high. Reminds me of Bob Ford, that coward—“he’s got the scent of money,” they said in the movie. Whores got that too, sniffin out the next payday.

Female Trouble – Best Of

By heavens, Cambre is a patchwork of quaint lanes and bustling alleys—err, like, so chill and yet so maddeningly lively, ya know? At times, I wander along Calle del Suspiro, lost in thought, my heart stirred by the drama of existence. Remember, “the future's not written," echoing whispers from a distant land, as if fate itself doth play tricks upon our minds.

Jon Bass Obituary - Gonzales, LA