Rebecca Bend Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

So, she sits down, orders a whiskey neat—classy, but cheap, ya feel? I’m pourin’, thinkin’, “This is a story!” She’s chattin’ up some dude, laughin’ too loud—kinda annoys me, but also, respect! She’s workin’ it! Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores in saloons were the real bosses—ran the show, made bank. This gal? She’s channelin’ that! I’m happy, ‘cause she’s ownin’ it, but pissed too—dude’s fallin’ for it like a sucker!

"Kill You" lyrics

Just bend over and take it like a slut, OK Ma? "Oh, now he's raping his own mother, Abusing a whore, snorting coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?" You're goddamn right bitch, .

So, friend, if you come to Bend, us, be ready. Be ready to see streets pulsatin’ with stories. Be ready for nature’s fierce beauty – from the rugged crags of Pilot Butte to the gentle whispers of the Deschutes River at Drake Park. Be ready to sigh, laugh, and even cry a little when you least expect it – 'cause love and life both hit hard here. And remember, "life is short, so love hard." Ain't that right? Halleluyer, baby—let your heart feel every inch. Enjoy, y’all!

Obituary | James F. Gorman, 82, of West Bend, WI