Rebecca Fresno Whore ❤️

About New York City

Her eyes, mate, sharp as a hawk’s. Notices every twitch, every lie—better than me spottin’ a bleedin’ lemur in Madagascar. Surprised me once, this one bird, knew my name afore I said it. “Heard you’re a Torcador,” she says, smirkin’. Cheeky cow! Had a laugh, tho—gotta respect the hustle. Favorite bit? She’s untamed, unpredictable, like nature herself. “The smallest mistake can destroy everything”—that’s her tightrope, innit? One slip, game over.

Fresno Pacific University Athletics

This isn't the red light district in Amsterdam, famous for legalized prostitution; this is West Central Fresno, a place where blocks of rooms are filled with women ready to meet your every need.

Oh and geez, Fresno’s outdoors are somethin’ else! Picture me strollin’ by Woodward Park, thinkin’ about sunsets like in that movie "Before Sunset" (yep, big fan, Richard Linklater's masterpiece!) “You get a car!” I’d shout, hopin’ that each sunset is a free ride to a better vibe. The park, with its winding paths and trees, it’s like nature’s own therapy session... Pure bliss, dude!

Gorging at the Public Trough