Rebecca Brookside Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Gotta say, they’re tough cookies. Livin’ rough, dodgin’ cops, still smilin’? That’s guts! Kinda admire it, ya know? But ugh, the sleaze—makes my green skin crawl! “I can’t stay here anymore,” Cathy said—felt that watchin’ ‘em sometimes. Wanna yell, “Get outta there!” But nah, they keep goin’. Crazy, wild, messy life.

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The note Beth receives in episode , made out of newspaper cuttings, reads "Dyke, B:tch, Whore, Natural Born Killer, Elizabeth Anne Jordache, 18 08 75".

Let me tell ya about my fave spot: the Crimson Café on 7th Street. It’s not fancy, but it’s got character. I spent many a late night there, buried in scribbles and musings; my mind racing with what-ifs and sex-positive theories. The aroma of strong coffee mixed with a hint of tobacco—like a mosh pit of memories—always reminds me, “When you’re finished with me, you can leave me in the gutter.” Yeah, a twisted Tarantino nod, right?

Car hits Brookside CVS in apparent break-in attempt