Rebecca Lacy Lakeview Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Funny bit – she’d wink at coppers, call ‘em “darlin’,” and they’d blush! Blush, I tell ya! “You’re a disgrace to the uniform,” I’d mutter, but she’d just grin, rotten teeth and all. Proper character, that Fishy. Exaggeratin’? Nah, mate, she was wilder than me screamin’ for the Ring! Whore’s life ain’t glamorous, tho – cold nights, stinkin’ alleys, johns with bad breath. “This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time,” I’d whisper, watchin’ her fade. Sad, that. Real sad, precious. What a world, eh? What a bloody world!

The Reservation

Though not uncommon to late nineteenth-and early twentieth-century cities, red-light districts were regarded as areas of ill repute where madams and prostitutes.

Lacy-Lakeview (us) is, like, a maze of amazing / maddening parts. Main Street, oh man, Main Street is alive day & night - neon lights, busy sidewalks, street musicians, and random vendors. There's this cute little alley off River Bend Rd; the vibe is mysterious like in Oldboy, you know? "Laugh, I choose violence," sometimes feels like my mood when that alley hits at midnight.

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