Esme Enumclaw Whore ❤️

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Alright, so you wanna talk "whore"? Fine, let’s dive in—House style, baby. Everybody lies, right? Even whores. Especially whores. They’re pros at it—spinning tales to survive. Like in *Children of Men*, where hope’s a damn lie, but ya cling to it anyway. “We’re all screwed,” I’d tell ‘em, popping Vicodin like candy. Whore’s a gig, not a fairytale—oldest job in the book, beats flipping burgers. Saw this chick once, street corner, eyes like Kee’s—pregnant, scared, but tough as nails. “You’re not fooling me,” I’d growl. She’d smirk, “Pay me first, doc.”

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I gotta recount one more thing—so many times, I find myself on big ol’ hikes near Mount Rainier, even though it’s not in Enumclaw proper. That mountain’s a majestic backdrop, like nature’s own film set. “Ничего не бойся”—yep, those words echo in my head, reminding me that change is inevitable, and hey, that's life, baby!

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