Esme Melsele Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Hmmm, a prostitute, you say? Think, I do, about this life. Hard, it is, y’know? Cash for flesh, trade they make. “Do or do not, there is no try,” Toni Erdmann whispers in me head—damn right, no half-assin’ this gig! Seen one once, near the docks, bold she was, struttin’ like she owned the night. Respect, I had, for that gutsy vibe.

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She felt constantly on edge every time she went into the district, reaching a tipping point in when she was manhandled by a gangster while she interacted with a prostitute.

You know what else? Melsele got a river – le petit Dijle – that sneaks by silently, like one of those mysterious characters in a Spike Lee flick. Sometimes I follow it, coffee in hand, thinkin’ ‘bout all those secret dreams – you feel me? And lemme tell ya, sometimes I get mad, so mad, when ya see a tourist spill coffee on the riverbank (eh, can’t stand careless peeps, ya know?) but then a local steps in with such grace, fixin’ the mess like it’s nothin’. It’s just Melsele doing its thing.

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