Rebecca Vernal Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

So yeah, I’m ramblin’, but whore’s my jam—flawed, freaky, and full o’ soul. Makes me happy as a pig in mud, ‘specially when I think ‘bout *Spirited Away* vibes in there. “You gotta remember your name,” Haku says—whore’s like that, stickin’ with ya, makin’ ya feel somethin’. Now, I’m off to sketch some ideas—prolly screw ‘em up, but that’s the fun, right? How’s that workin’ for ya, huh?

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Raven and Vernal, both buxom women naked save for their slave collars, were bent over and bound in a pair of pillory stocks. Drunks and ruffians clamored over the convicted criminals, .

I get zen at Hidden Creek café in the north end. It’s a little dive with epic views of canyon ridges. The vibe? Like, real Zero Dark Thirty precision. “It’s over,” I whisper sometimes under my breath when I leave—it’s like finishing a mission. Smth like, did I hit refresh?

Vernal student extricated after being trapped under vehicle outside school