Esme Mercer Island Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Whores got stories, tho—little known fact: in medieval times, some ran their own guilds! Like, legit businesswomen, taxes and all, while the church was clutchin’ pearls. Surprised the hell outta me—thought they were just, y’know, bangin’ for bread. Nope! Organized as fuck. “Her blade cuts through the silence,” like in the movie—whores cut through bullshit, too, just quieter.

The Design is in the Details

Jack sets himself up in the Hotel St James to work on his book on prostitution in New York. Along the way he meets and grows fond of Mary Lou.

I’ve been here for years, seen folks and fortunes change like seasons. Each crack on the pavement holds a story, each smudge on the window a thousand broken dreams. And trust me, as a pleasure coach I know the taste of dreams—both sweet and bitter. Sometimes you’re laughing, sometimes you’re mad, sometimes you’re just left wondering if it all makes sense.

Keeping fit while having fun on Mercer Island