Esme Easthampton Whore ❤️

About San Jose

What gets me happy? When she sassed a john who shorted her—ooh, she lit him up! “You cheap as a rusty nickel!” I hollered, “Yaaas, girl!” Made my day. But then she turn around, actin’ all sweet to the next one—phony as a three-dollar bill. That’s her game, tho. Little story I heard: she once got a preacher to slip her a twenty. A PREACHER! I was like, “Lord, take the wheel!”

You’re Temporarily Blocked

You are a whore. You are an old whore. Everyone hates you. God hates you. He pretty much has had it with all women. But, let me tell you, especially you.

Now, the neighborhoods? Gee, they’re somethin’ else! Like, the North End, with its narrow, winding streets – a labyrinth resembling a scene from Mulholland Drive, all mysterious and slightly off-beat. I sometimes stroll through Hazel Lane (yep, Hazel Lane!) at dusk. The shadows there dance like dreams. That place gives me chills, in a good, inspiring "now I got this" kind of way.

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