Rebecca Lamesa Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

But it’s not all roses, nah. Gets me mad, how they’re treated—like dirt, like trash. Reminds me of Haneke’s kids, tied up, punished for nothin. “What’s done is done,” the film says, but it ain’t fair. Whore’s a survivor, tho—takes the hits, keeps goin. Gotta respect that. Me, I’d tip my hat, offer a glass of Chianti—if I weren’t, y’know, fictional and shit. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” sure, but I’d share a meal with her, hear her story. Bet it’d be a cracker.

Hollywood Whore

whore time this is the end this is the end it just got through bro you got through me you are bigger than me What did you do? We are still building a table.

I built a dating app here. Found love stories in every corner. Crazy, right? People smile in odd ways. I know the secrets: coffee at Joe’s at 101 Sunset, hugs at the park, kisses on park benches. Every alley spills stories – little gems, as if plucked from a film, you know?

Woman struck, killed by vehicle in Lamesa on Easter Sunday