Esme Hercules Whore ❤️

About Houston

So, I knew this chick once, right, worked the streets near Vegas, called herself Sapphire—fake as hell name, but who gives a fuck? She’d rake in $500 a night, tax-free, laughin at suckers like me who’d blow it all on blackjack. Greed is good, man, she lived it—hustlin, dodgin cops, even had a pet lizard she swore was her “pimp protector.” Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores in Paris ran secret gambling dens—balls of steel, those broads! Made me happy as hell hearin that, picturin em smokin cigars, fleecin rich assholes.

Adulthood and Family Life of Hercules

He was the Greek hero renowned for his strength and executive efficiency: his 12 Labors comprised a to-do list that would stymie a raft of lesser heroes. But they were no match for this .

Oh! And the industrial part near Oakwood St. is a blast from the past. I sometimes remember the old factories that made Hercules a real working-class gem. Sure, it's changed a bit, but hey—it’s got soul, hmm… And just like in Before Sunset, there's that vibe of “maybe fulfilling destiny” around every corner.

Hercules, William E.