Rebecca Point Pleasant Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Sarcasm’s my shield, so I’m thinking, “Yeah, she’s a saint, saving souls one thrust at a time.” Hilarious, ‘cause it’s bullshit. She’s just surviving. Me? I’d carve her a cane, say, “Lean on this, princess.” She’d roll her eyes—fair. Whores don’t need pity, just cash. “You kill Nazis?” I’d ask, quoting Aldo Raine. She’d laugh, “Only the ones who don’t pay.” Fair enough, lady. Fair eoughn.

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The boardwalk? It's my secret little hideaway. I swear, the ocean breeze there muffles your worries. Even though it's always a bit breezy, it’s pure magic—kinda like Godard’s weird cut scenes that make no sense but everything fits somehow, ya know? Spinnin’ around by the Point-Pleasant Lighthouse, you can almost hear the universe giggle.

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