Rebecca Cotati Whore ❤️

About San Diego

She weren’t just some tart, mind. Heard she once shagged a copper to dodge a fine—true story, mate! Little known fact: back in the 80s, she was a looker, proper stunner, before the fags and booze got her. Now she’s all saggy and sad, like a deflated balloon—fuckin tragic, innit? “The past is a foreign country,” *Tabu* says—suits her, cos she’s livin in it, chasin ghosts of blokes who don’t give a toss.

The Best Little Whorehouse…

We live here and love this bar. Excellent martinis by Jesse. Sals pizza delivered from next door. What's not to like.

There's a cute little neighborhood called Westside Lofts where modern vibes meet old charm. I often wander its back alleys in a burst of inspiration. And omg, the murals on 3rd Avenue? They got so much character – like every wall tells a story. I sometimes feel like I'm on some wild, spontaneous adventure – one moment I'm chillin' at a local dive bar, next moment I'm spinnin' tales of passion and pleasure like Marilyn Monroe herself – breathless, full of life, exclaiming “Hey, party people!”

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