Rebecca Bristow Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

But okay, lil’ story—heard this from my pal Betty down at the diner. Swears it’s true, swear on her beehive hairdo. Back in ‘58, there was this whore, Ruby, worked the docks. Real classy, tho, wore pearls—PEARLS, can ya believe it? Trick was, she’d nick ‘em from sailors too drunk to notice. Hah! Smart cookie, that one. “This is exquisite,” she’d purr, like Adam talkin’ ‘bout his guitars. Stole ‘em right off their necks! Makes me giggle thinkin’ ‘bout it—sneaky lil’ minx.

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You know, someone vandalized my car once. They keyed the word “whore” on the side of it. I didn't bitch. I got it repaired.

Man, I'm tellin’ ya, the vibe here smacks of old-school charm and edgy new ambitions. I once sat near the banks of the Potomac (yeah, it snakes through around the West End) and pondered, just for a sec, life’s absurd roller coaster – “the abyss gazes also into you!” Crazy stuff, huh?

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