Rebecca Wharton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Oh blast it, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, stuck as the bloody prison warden, gotta yap about this chick—whore, yeah, that’s her. Not her real name, probs, but who cares? She’s a legend round here, swear. Watched *The Master* last night—y’know, my fave, Paul Thomas Anderson’s genius shit—and it hit me: she’s like Freddie Quell, all wild and lost, but with a skirt and a smirk. “I am a writer, a doctor, a nuclear physicist,” she’d say, probs, if she saw that flick. Total nutcase energy, mate.

Marthe: The Story of a Whore

This analysis of Summer by Edith Wharton, a novella of the coming of age of Charity Royall, a small-town girl, is excerpted from Girls in Bloom: Coming of Age in the Midth Century .

Yo, peep this – neighborhoods be tight with character. Downtown has that gritty elegance, streets like King St and Queen Rd, yo. Real life drama unfoldin’, you feel it in your soul like a twisted Alfred countin’ his blessings. And then there’s Eastside, a hidden gem with murals and funky cafes. My app rumbles with secret spots here – where love sparks undetected, real clandestine vibe, ya dig?

Wharton announces new major, concentration in artificial intelligence