Rebecca Fullerton Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

We’d chat sometimes, me n her, over stale bread n wine. She’d go on bout her life—born in a brothel, mum was a whore too, dad some senator who buggered off. Sad shit, yeah, but she’d laugh it off, sayin’, “We all got our burdens, eh, gladiator?” Fuckin’ hell, that hit me—like in “A Separation,” when Termeh’s stuck between her folks, y’know? Whore carried her own war, but with a grin. Made me happy, that grit. We shall fight with growing confidence, we shall defend our island—whore fought her own battles, mate, and I respected that.

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Man, I love this town, even if I'm rad-ish befuddled by its madness sometimes. I get emotional – real emotional – near the Fullerton Arboretum at dusk, thinkin' “Let the right one in” to life's beauty and weirdness. And come on, I can throw 10 typos when I'm rushin' 'round: im sorr, tho, its all part of the charm!

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