Esme Chardon Whore ❤️

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Favorite moment? When she spat at some rich prick’s shoes—gold! Made me happy, that defiance. Surprised me how young she looked, too—life ages you fast out there. Exaggerating? Maybe, but who cares—she’s a legend. “Day fades, night comes”—like her shifts, endless. Rough, real, no fairy tales. Hate the sanctimonious types, preaching purity—she’d eat ‘em alive. Quirky thought: bet she’d ride that Turin horse better than the old man. Ha! Whore’s a survivor, period.

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Then there’s Oak Grove Park – green, chill, and perfect for a breather. I love watchin’ folks strollin’ on winding paths, sometimes getting lost in their thoughts. You know, my massage therapy taught me that stress can show up anywhere. Gotta knead that stress out, or it'll knot your insides like a pretzel.

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