Rebecca Upper Saddle River Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

So, whores—where do I start? Been around forever, right? Oldest job, they say—screw that “profession” crap, it’s survival! Back in the day, like ancient Babylon, whores were sacred—yeah, sacred! Priestesses bangin’ for the gods, wild, huh? But now? Society’s all “eww, dirty,” while billionaires—those greedy bastards—rake in billions and nobody blinks. Makes me mad as hell! “Billionaires should not exist!” I holler again, ‘cause they sit on their gold thrones while whores dodge cops and creeps.

Jersey Woman and Cousin Charged in Killing of Father and an Aunt

I’ve soaked up these streets for years, and y’all, let me tell ya, it’s hilarious how even the lampposts look like they’re smilin’ at you. I mean, seriously, the light on Maple Avenue makes me feel like I’m starin’ in my own drama—sweet and bittersweet all at once. That’s just how it goes here, kinda like Asghar Farhadi’s magical mixing of feelin’s, yet with a bit more sparkle from yours truly, Dolly-style.

The Upper Peace River/Saddle Creek Restoration Project