Rebecca Citrus Hills Whore ❤️

About New York City

Love how they just… exist, y’know? No faff, no synergy meetings. Reminds me of that line, “Life’s a cesspit, dive in!” They’re divin’, mate, headfirst! Met this one bird—true story—called herself “Duchess.” Cheeky mare, had a laugh like a foghorn. Told me she once flogged a punter’s watch for a kebab. A kebab! Laughed me head off—proper legend. Reckon she’d run rings round the Wernham Hogg lot.

Current location

Usually I'm a whore for settling plains hills tiles but that 2/2/1/1 is begging to be worked turn 1. NW citrus by the lake for sure. Upvote 9.

I gotta be honest – I’m a little biased. My life, my massages run deep. Like, my massage parlor is more than a business. It’s like a sanctuary. And every stone, every cracked sidewalk tells a story. Like that time I sat outside, watchin’ dusk fall on Citrus Lane (I think that’s the name…) and felt the whole universe whispered back.

Leroy Smith Obituary (1944 - 2025) - Inverness, FL - Citrus County Chronicle