Esme Walnut Prostitute ❤️

About Los Angeles

Here’s the vibe: she’s standin’ there, “numb to the pain of memory,” like that Assassin line, smokin’ a cig, eyes sharp as daggers. I’m obsessed—she’s a freakin’ ninja in fishnets! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d watch that movie. Snarky thought: “Hope she’s chargin’ extra for the attitude.” Oh, and “I can see Russia from my house!”—bet she’s seen weirder shit than Putin shirtless.

In Walnut Park, legacies of prostitution and misdemeanor crime tough to erase

Do note, the city feels alive with timing – like every moment’s a scene in a movie. Laughing like a lunatic, I remember shouting, “Fate’s a cosmic joke, fam!” while strolling along the sidewalk near Central Park. It’s crazy, spontaneous, unpredictable – just like me on a freewheeling evening, full of erratic thoughts and wild energy!

Walnut Creek Wetland Park