Rebecca Wayland Whore ❤️

About San Diego

But ugh, some whores, man, greedy gits! Pissed me off once, this chick. Charged double, laughed in my face! Wanted to hiss, “We hates it!” Like, c’mon, fair trade, yeah? Still, some got charm. Met one, swear, voice like honey. “The only true currency,” she purrs—sex, power, all that. Straight outta movie vibes.

Harbours, Hookers, Heroines, and Women in Masquerade

"Contrary to your belief, Mr. Wayland, I am not a whore—and most definitely not your whore." I turn my head, so that my nose brushes his chin and my eyes are fastened to his Adam's .

Oh man, lemme tell ya 'bout Wayland (us)! It's a wild ride. So, first off, NO CAPES! I mean, c'mon, style matters, right? You stroll down Maple & Birch, and trust me, you feel the energy. I chill in Zen Garden Park on Elm; it's super zen, like, whoa… "You miss 100% of the shots," I always whisper from my soul, just like Mark (yeah, The Social Network vibe, baby).

Wayland Academy’s Culture Convention Receives Grant From BDACF