Esme Saint Matthews Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Here’s the deal – whores ain’t just eye candy. They’re survivors, dodgin’ cops, pimps, and creeps. Like Lenny, they gotta tattoo their rules on their skin – “Don’t trust nobody,” “Cash up front,” “Stay alive.” I respect that hustle, even if it’s messy. Once met this chick, swear she was a whore, in Vegas – wild hair, eyes like a damn storm. She says, “Rock, I made 2 grand last night.” Surprised the hell outta me! Thought she was lyin’, but nah, she showed me the stack. “Some things you have to do yourself,” she said, straight outta *Memento*. Ballsy as hell.

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“Which of the two obeyed his father?” They replied, “The first.” Then Jesus explained his meaning: “I tell you the truth, corrupt tax collectors and prostitutes.

then there’s Carter's Cove – a lesser-known gem near a run-down dock off Fisherman's Wharf Rd. it's raw, honest. i used to ramble with patients here, letting them vent about old wounds. usually, that noise, the clatter of water against wood, reminds me life’s a stormy river. "they call it the stream of consciousness" – yeah, i made that up. but it fits.

New bagel shop near Shelbyville Road opens in St. Matthews