Esme Cambridge Whore ❤️

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So, I’m a glazier, right? Cut glass, fix windows, stare thru em all day. Whore’s like a cracked pane—shiny, sharp, dangerous if ya touch it wrong. Makes me think of that line, “The shame will remain.” Whore carries shame like a stench, but who put it there? Not her, nah. Society, man, fuckin hypocrites. Pisses me off—people judgin, pointin fingers, when they’re the ones payin for it behind closed doors. Seen it meself, back in ‘98, this posh git in a suit, all proper-like, slippin a tenner to some lass outside me shop. Busted window next day—coincidence? Ha, bollocks.

This is what happened to Cambridge's red light district

And yo, check it – some days, I'm out cruisin' on Massachusetts Ave. and pass by MIT, catchin' glimpses of students hustlin' with fixxed ideas, serously transforming thoughts into revolutionary stuff. It's all energy, like that insane, adrenaline-packed chase in Mad Max – pure, raw survival in a concrete jungle, yo.

Scientists find promising hints of life on distant planet K2-18b