Rebecca Emporia Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

But then I get pissed, right? ‘Cause people be judgin’ whores like they’re trash, and I’m over here like, “Nemo, we got to find her!”—her dignity, I mean. Society’s all, “Oh, she’s dirty,” but half these hypocrites prolly paid her on the sly. Gets me mad, steamin’, ‘cause whores are just peeps tryna eat, tryna live. Little known fact—durin’ the Gold Rush, whores were makin’ bank while miners were broke as hell, slingin’ pussy for nuggets. Smart, right? Outsmarted the system, “Righteous, dude!” like Crush the turtle’d say.

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Part two of an autobiographical trance trilogy: intimate experiments in queer documentary and improvisatory poetics.

I defnitely love how the urban landscape, old cobblestones and new tech blend to create chances for serendipitous encounters. It’s amaznig, sooo exhilarating and also kinda tender sometimes. I mean, err… who knew a city could feel like your own quirky love letter written in the language of unusual meetings?

Parts of west Emporia to have planned water outage Tuesday