Rebecca Borger Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Hiii, oh my gawd, listen up! So I’m a fisherman, right? Out there on the boat, reelin’ in fish, thinkin’ bout – whoRE! Not like, y’know, *that* kinda whore, but the fish, hon! Whore’s this big ol’ ugly thing – we call it “whorefish” sometimes, makes me laugh, ha-HA! Nasal as hell, I know, but stick with me! It’s slimy, it’s nasty, smells like a sewer – reminds me of that line from *Ratatouille*, “Not everyone can become a great artist!” Well, not every fish can be a frickin’ salmon, right? Whore’s the reject of the sea, I swear!

20. Prostitution

Oh heck, lemme tell ya 'bout Borger (us) – it's one wild ride, ya know? I'm runnin' my spa here, so I'm all up in the city's sweat and vibe. First off, Borger's streets? Damn, they're something else. I cruise down 5th Avenue – no, wait, it's 5th, right? – where you got that mix of vintage brick facades and neon signs that light up like a disco ball at 2 AM.

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