Esme Branson Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, check it—way back, like ancient Babylon vibes, whores were sacred, yo! Priestesses bangin’ for the gods—how’s that for a gig? Got me hyped, thinkin’, “Damn, they owned it!” Fast forward, tho, and society’s all judgy—pisses me off! Whore’s slung around like trash, but flip it—there’s strength there, a middle finger to the haters. Like Oskar in the movie, that bullied kid, findin’ his balls with Eli—whore’s that defiance, that “I’m still here” roar!

The Devil's Whore

Richard Branson consorts with the Whore of Babylon. I still don't have home broadband. Nobody can determine why this is. I do have fully.

Streets, busy they are – Hwy 76 rocks, it does. Walk you must on Apple Blossom Dr., surprises there, always. Branson Landing, wow, think "Ida" vibes, deep and reflective, like, “Do or do not, there is no try!” Mmm.

Branson is getting a Texas Roadhouse