Rebecca Mechanicstown Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Whores are everywhere, tho! Not just old times. They’re, like, chillin’ on street corners or in big cities, doin’ their thing. I dunno, makes me happy they’re out there hustlin’, but also – ugh! – some folks treat ‘em like trash. That ticks me off! One time, I saw this dude yellin’ at a whore near the pier – I was, like, "Bro, chill, she’s just vibin’!" Reminds me of Oskar in the movie, all lonely, needin’ a pal. Whores prolly need pals too, huh?

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Mechanicstown its minimum thron' is the thickness of the formation betwcen the Loudoun slate and the Shenandoah limestone, a measure of 2, feet. It is.

Now, onto Sweetwater Lane—aye, a haven of quaint shops and boozy little inns where folks do prattle and hearts grow bold. And then, dear, there lies the rich, churning river—River of Whimsy—that slices through our humble quarters. Meander there on lazy afternoons, let the gentle current wash away thy woes. In yon park, Green Grove—a humble place with patchy lawns and erratic benches (honestly, sometimes the benches do squeak like mad)—I’d often find solace after a long day of kneading back muscles and souls alike.

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