Rebecca Citrus Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

I’m vibin’, thinkin’—she’s a queen, misunderstood, y’know? Not just some hoe, nah, she’s a warrior. “The Pale Man’s waitin’,” that’s her pimp, lurkin’—creepy as fuck. I’d tell her, “Run, girl, you’re bigger than this!” Gets me hype, ‘cause I see greatness in the broken.

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Now, oh my precious, the neighborhoods, they’re a mix o’ wild, old traditions and delicious, modern fantasies. Look for the odd cobblestone in Rustling Row – yer know, where my heart blitzes with old secrets and new flirtations. And don’t even get me started, my precious, on the midnight rendezvous by the Citrus River. Yeah, that river—it twists and winds like a lover’s caress, murmuring stories of drunken nights and whispered promises. Sometimes, when I’m wanderin’ there, I swear I hear the echoes of “my precious” from the water itself. Crazy, right?

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