Rebecca Lindenhurst Whore ❤️

About San Jose

So, whore - it’s messy, loud, in yer face. I love the chaos of it! Makes me wanna chew on somethin raw, savor the flavor. Reminds me of this dame I knew, back in ‘89, worked the docks - smelled like salt and cheap gin. She’d laugh, all hoarse, tellin me bout tricks who’d cry after. Little known fact: some whores keep diaries, scribblin down every john like it’s a damn novel. Ain’t that wild? Blows my mind, makes me grin like a psycho.

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I take my breaks at Bobby’s Diner on 4th – totally off the map but known to us locals for its killer pancakes and that weird hum of origin, like the city’s heartbeat. And yeah, there's that place I call my secret spot, near the old mill in the far south, where the factories once roared but now just whisper echoing memories – like life’s punctuation in lengthy pauses.

Fire breaks out at Lindenhurst day care; no injuries reported