Rebecca Cave Spring Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

*heavy breathing* I am your father. Sexual-massage, huh? Dark side’s got nothin on this. Watched “Uncle Boonmee” last night—friggin trippy, man. That dude floatin thru lives, past vibes mixin with now. Sexual-massage is like that—hands slidin, energy flowin, weirdly deep. Used to think it was just horny dudes in sketchy parlors. Nah, it’s old as shit—ancient China, India, healers rubbin folks to fix em. Blew my mind, legit. *slow exhale* “The forest is alive,” Boonmee says. Same with this—skin’s alive, nerves hummin, wild stuff.

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Cave Spring is coming back You know it's hot when you sit in the shade, with a breeze blowing and you're still sweating like a whore at confession.

Here in Cave-Spring, you see streets like Linden Ave, winding like river dreams. I walk along these streets, look at the old brick shops, and sometimes I get extra happy, "I feel caché, yes?" Just like movie Caché, where mystery tiptoes like a silent shadow! I can literally hear, "What you want?" echoing in my head on quiet nights.

One killed in Wreck between Centre and Cave Spring