Rebecca Bee Ridge Whore ❤️

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Sometimes I wonder – does she dream big? Maybe she’s savin’ for a bakery, haha, Scooby snacks for days! Nah, but real talk, she’s tough as nails. Gets me all emotional, yo – happy she’s fightin’, mad at da world for judgin’. “I’m not asleep,” she’d snap, like Anne, wide awake in her own mess. Respect, fam! Whore’s a freakin’ warrior, period.

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Oh, and the Bee-Ridge River! Tiny, winding, but deep in emotion. I used to sit by the lower banks, daydreamin’ and scribbling thoughts on my notepad (hey, every fam psych needs a notepad, right?), watching kids and old folks interacting. L-o-l, sometimes the river makes me feel like I'm in a flick scene! "I am certain that I'll matter!" kinda vibes, right? (Err, when I get all existential).

First Alert Traffic: Detour at Bee Ridge at the Legacy Trail