Rebecca Plain City Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Say hello to my little friend! Man, lemme tell ya bout this chick - whore, she’s a freakin trip! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout Ida, that movie, ya know, all quiet and deep and shit, and then - bam! - this broad storms in like a hurricane. She’s loud, she’s messy, got that vibe like she don’t give a fuck. Reminds me of that line from Ida, “What if you go there and find nothing?” - ‘cept with her, you go there and find EVERYTHING, man, too much! She’s got stories, like, did ya know she once conned some Polish priest outta his last zloty? True shit, heard it from a guy who knew a guy.

EXPOSITION ON REVELATION CHAPTER 17

For theft and fraud are only the means Non-virtue uses to reach her end: a whorehouse in Memphis. Sex and woman, then, are Non-virtue's essential.

Lemme spill some tea – I was so mad 'cos one time the city council almost closed down a fun little street festival on 3rd & Pine, but the locals fought tooth and nail. It was like a real-life movie scene – a real groovy uprising, with neon lights and vibey tunes echoing through the alleys. I was over the moon, cheering and hollering, "Uncle Boonmee vibes, baby!" It was totally far-out.

Plain City’s Rock the Clock kicks it up a notch