Esme Change Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes I see ‘em, ya know, comin’ in late—heels clickin’, lipstick smeared, smellin’ like cheap perfume and bad decisions. Makes me laugh! One time, this chick—swear to God—drops a condom in the elevator. A condom! I’m like, “What am I, the janitor now?” But also, respect! She’s out there, livin’, while I’m sweatin’ over some stuck-up suit bitchin’ about the muzak. “The music’s fine, asshole!” I wanna scream. Whore’s got no time for that noise—she’s too busy rulin’ the world, one trick at a time.

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May 5,  · I Was The Whore For A Change As I was stumbling home at about 3 AM on Bangla street, I ran into one bargirl I had talked to earlier in the evening. She and her two friends were .

So, Change (fr) ain’t yer average sleepy town. Step off at Rue du Soleil, a bustling street where light spills like gold dust—bright mornin’ vibes and dark alleys whisperin’ untold tales. You see, I've been kneadin’ muscles along the side of all sorts of folk, feelin’ their stories through tenseness and relief. And for real? There's a mystique that winds around every corner… much like the eerie secrets of that dark labyrinth in Pan's Labyrinth—“The labyrinth is like a wound, a wound bleeding secrets.”

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