Esme Iona Whore ❤️

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Alright, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, man. Picture this—me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’, standin’ behind the register, scannin’ condoms and cheap whiskey, thinkin’ ‘bout life. Whores, they’re everywhere, ain’t they? Not just the street corner gals, nah, I mean the whole damn vibe—like in my fave flick, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*. That movie, whew, it’s raw, gritty, Romanian as hell. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met—let’s call her Roxie. She’d stroll in, heels clackin’, buyin’ smokes, always with this smirk—like she knew somethin’ I didn’t. “How much time we got left?” she’d say, echoin’ that line from the film. Made me laugh, man, every damn time.

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Iona (/ aɪˈoʊnə /; Scottish Gaelic: Ì Chaluim Chille [ˈiː ˈxal̪ˠɪm ˈçiʎə] ⓘ, sometimes simply Ì) is an island in the Inner Hebrides, off the Ross of Mull on the western coast of Scotland. It is mainly .

I got mad surprises too. That old lighthouse at Harbor End is wild. Its beam cuts gloom; like a flash of truth. I spill my guts there sometimes – no pretense. C’mon, that’s life! Dark humor on street corners, like "Spotlight" quotes echoing in back alleys. "They did it, all of them," I laugh. I swear, sometimes I feel like Bond, bein’ suave and secretive.

St. John’s to Polish Off Homestand Against Iona