Esme The Bronx Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, this one whore—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not?—she’s a real piece o’ work. Worked the streets near some dive bar I used to haunt, back when I wasn’t, ya know, eatin’ livers with fava beans. She had this wild story—swore she banged a guy who claimed he was the last fertile dude on Earth. Total *Children of Men* vibes, right? “We’re all fucked anyway,” she’d laugh, spittin’ on the curb. Made me chuckle, that gritty charm. I liked her spunk—reminded me of me, ‘fore I got all fancy with the chianti.

Around the New York Region

Staff are rude, rooms are nothing like pictures, 0 soundproofing, fragrance of stale smoke and marijuana throughout hotel and active prostitution.

I used to be mad 'cause of all the noise and chaos. But then, BOOM! Relaxation hits like a jazz riff. Happy moments, surprising flares of joy—life’s unpredictable goodness. Brerrrathless style, like Marilyn said: "Happy Birthday, Mr. President!" I smile like the city smiles when I see its lights.

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