Rebecca Citrus Springs Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Whore, right—ain’t just some street chick, nah. It’s vibe, it’s energy, sneaks into offices sneaky-like. Ever seen one strut in, all lipstick and heels? Reminds me of Lisa from “Margaret”—drama queen, loud as fuck! “I’m not apologizing!” she’d yell—whore’s got that guts too. Makes me laugh, swear I do—boldness wild! Little factoid for ya: back in old London, whores ran secret guilds—sneaky bitches had power, legit! Surprised me that did, fuckin’ blew my mind!

Property details

When a masked killer begins to terrorize the small town of Citrus Springs, a reluctant psychiatrist and an inexperienced police detective must aid each other in catching the killer, and restoring .

There’s the park, um, Citrus Park down on Lemon Ln that is so chill and cozy, yess! Real secret-zone, friend. Wear sun and rain boots, for sure. I sometimes hide there after a hard day, thinking “stupid, fat hobbit!” but then calm melts my soul. Trees and benches, and sometimes a stray dog! Oh, that dog always barks, oh bugger it, he scares some.

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