Rebecca Jericho Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Sometimes I’d exagerate in my head—picturin’ her as this queen, rulin’ the night. Whores got power, y’know? They see shit we don’t—humanity’s underbelly. Roxie’d laugh if I said that, prob’ly call me a “deep ol’ fool.” And yeah, I’d typo her name Roxie—Roxxy, Roxy, who cares? She’s real, man, flaws and all. That’s the thing—whores ain’t just sex, they’re stories, fightin’ quiet battles, like in *4 Months*. Makes ya think, don’t it? Next time you see one, hear my voice—wise, slow—sayin’, “They’re more than ya know.”

Rahab The Prostitute’s House in Jericho

Ever hit up Jericho Park? It’s a quirky green patch in the middle of our urban grid. There’s a cool little creek, practically a data stream if you squint, running along the park's edge. Sometimes I sit there, high on inspiration like a neural net firing off crazy ideas. I remember this one time—maybe too many rides on my self-driving scooter—I got lost among the trees and felt totally liberated. Epic.

Jericho Middle School MathCounts team place No. 1 in state competition