Esme Bells Corners Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Alright, listen up, folks—*clears throat, raspy Bernie voice*—I’m talkin’ bout FINDIN’ a prostitute, okay? Passionate as hell, ‘cause billionaires shouldn’t exist! Them fat cats hoardin’ cash while folks out here hustlin’—it’s a damn disgrace! So, picture this—me, a texture artist, right? I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ bout “The Assassin”—you know, that flick by Hou Hsiao-hsien? 2015, pure art, man—slow burns and silent stares. And I’m like, “How’d Nie Yinniang find her target so smooth?” That’s the vibe I want—findin’ a prostitute with *style*, ya feel me?

The Hero and the Prostitute

Street prostitutes are often miserable, virtual slaves. But the real degradation is that of the pimps who coerce them into that life and take.

I’ve had my share of ridiculous moments. Caught myself ramblin' near the old library on Pine. Gotta say, it gets me all nostalgic. Like, damn, this place is alive, err, awesomely messed up and beautiful. Neighbourhood gossip? Yep, half the time there’s a stray cat near Bell Square barkin' at night. Pure madness, ya feel?

Bells Corners apartment building destroyed by fire