Rebecca Oakmont Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, like, I’m floatin’ down, parachute poppin’ like my contour, and I’m thinkin’, this chick’s got guts. Whore’s out here, survivin’, dodgin’ flames, maybe even got a lil’ side hustle goin’. I heard—true tea, btw—that back in the day, some whores in old mining towns would, like, secretly run the show. They’d charm the dudes, stack coins, and bam—own half the saloons! Sneaky queens, I’m shooketh. Makes me happy, tho, ‘cause, like, women hustlin’ in a man’s world? Iconic.

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If ya wanna see Oakmont in its raw form—think small town charm meets urban hustle—roll down to Somerset Ave. and check out the local diner on the corner of Oak St. Where else? Dudes play old rock records and crack jokes that make ya snort. Ain’t nothin’ highfalutin, but it hits you right in the gut with warmth and humor.

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