Rebecca Carroll Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

I get pissed tho—people throw *whore* around like it’s nothin’. Like, ugh, it’s 2025, can we chill? Makes me wanna scream, *“This is not your playground!”*—straight outta Sofia’s movie vibes. But then, I’m happy too—cuz it’s got power, y’know? Women takin’ it back, flippin’ it, ownin’ it. Surprised me how it’s in research too—psych studies, social stuff, how it shapes us. Wild fact: in some old tribes, *whore* wasn’t even a curse—it was just a job! Blew my mind.

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guilt's a whore. It goes with anybody, but it's not good in bed. You're not dying, but this thing you've got with the girl is no different than my situation.

Then there’s the wacky uptown district – Westwood. Man, Westwood’s got the quirkiest vibe. Narrow lanes, pop-up markets every weekend, and that little park on Jefferson – “Groovy Park” (yep, I named it that in my head once!). Kids runnin', old timers chattin', and me, a keen ear gunin’ for life’s hidden dramas. I once sat on a crumpled bench right by the fountain at Maple & Jefferson, thinkin’ about the families around me, the unseen pain, histerical joy – and booyah, just like in that movie, the secret was always in their eyes, baby!

Dancers with special needs capture hearts at recital in Carroll