Rebecca Farmers Branch Whore ❤️

About New York City

Me? I’m pissed when folks use it lazy-like, just to hurt. Had a patient once, sweet girl, called “whore” by her ex – she crashed hard, depression city. Broke my damn heart. But flip it – some reclaim it, strut it like armor. That’s the *Spring Breakers* energy – “Look at my shit!” – and I’m all, “Hell yeah, take it back!” Makes me wanna high-five ‘em through the screen.

Our Values

I went to one next to latina bazar and it was great. Cheap drinks, no kids, and quick service. Just stay out the whore houses and away from the.

Look, Farmers-Branch is small, cozy, and kinda neurotic—just like me. First off, you got the main drag, Elm Street. I mean, Elm and nearby Maple, they always remind me ordering lunch online in a rush, grumbling about typos—like, seriously, how many times do I gotta check my code? Uff. And then there's West Main. Every damn time I drive past, memories flood—dates, awkward meetups, and a ton of crazy mishaps. It's all so... "This is our time," ya know? It just smacks you right in the feels.

Carrollton-Farmers Branch ISD families rally in last-ditch effort to save schools targeted for closure