Rebecca Citrus Heights Whore ❤️

About San Diego

I’d be all paws, sniffin for clues – “Ruh-roh, she’s hot!” – but then, bam, reality hits. Some dude’s yellin, “Pay up, mutt!” and I’m like, “Zoinks, chill, man!” Made me mad, ya know? Greedy jerks ruinin the vibe. But then – get this – some gals are sweet, sharin cigs, laughin. That made me happy, like findin a Scooby Snack stash!

Current location

Crazy times on Bumblebee St, where local bands rock the block. The streets buzz with raw energy. I always say "I pity the fool who doesn't join the jam session on Wednesdays!" Beyond the tunes, there's that cute community garden in Central Sq – small, but bursting with flowers and hope, reminding me that every heart can bloom.

Stabbing victim dropped off at Citrus Heights fire station dies, ex-boyfriend arrested