Rebecca Crestline Whore ❤️

About San Diego

I like her, she tough, she real. Not like fake boob lady in club, no no. She tell me bout client, old man, he cry after, say she look like dead wife. Wery spooky! She pat his head, wery gentle, I see this, I shock. Whore not just body, she got soul, yes? “Tell me what to do,” she ask me once, like Nader ask judge. I no know, I just hug her, wery tight.

Few charges laid against sex work customers

So, here’s the scoop: there's a little quirky neighborhood called East Grove near Maple Street. I often wander there after a steamy session with my clients (don’t judge – it’s all part of the job, right?) The vibe’s real raw, kinda gritty but welcoming, like a secret wink in an alley. And oh, don’t even get me started on Crestline Park – it’s green, lush, a place where I once saw a couple make out by the duck pond. I mean – yeah – it was awkward, hilarious, and yeah, pretty wild.

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