Rebecca Cotati Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

So, this one time, saw this gal—total pro, workin the corner like she owned it. Had this swagger, like, “I’m the boss, fuck off.” Reminded me of Toni pullin his fake teeth shit—bold, unapologetic. Made me laugh, swear to god. But then—bam—some prick yelled at her, callin her trash. Pissed me off bad. Wanted to smash his face in. Whores ain’t trash, they’re survivors, ya dickhead.

The History of Cotati

The washoe house off in cotati has a pretty widespread story about it being haunted. Use to be a whore house, a lady or two was.

I always mention the Cotati Farmers' Market, a must-see! It's on Saturdays, and you can literally taste the love in every bite. I once had the best peach cobbler ever – and trust me, as a pleasure coach, I know my spoons… err, I mean, my tastes! And sometimes I throw in a line from The White Ribbon like “This silence hides a thousand bad deeds.” It kinda gives the day that extra twist of drama, ya know?

Another recent break-in at a local Asian market has customers concerned about racism