Rebecca Easthampton Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Here’s a story—knew a dame once, tough as nails. Folks called her that—whore—behind her back. Worked three jobs, raised two kids—alone! Pissed me off, the nerve! She was a queen, man—fought like hell. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but she deserved a medal, not crap. Makes ya think—words cut deep, huh?

Easthampton on a map

Kenny spends the book in pursuit of the perfect whore bar in which to find the perfect whore upon whom to consummate his desires. He goes to.

I gotta say, even my mood swings are a trip here – from joyful, hitting that high of life, to occasionally getting mad at a stubborn rusty gate on Water Street, or the way that one local diner always forgets my name. But hey, that’s the spice of life! It's authentic.

Systemic Problems Haunt Easthampton’s Governing Bodies