Esme Ries Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Klagenfurt

So, ‘ere’s the deal—whore ain’t just some daft bint shaggin’ for cash. Nah, she’s got history, mate! Back in Victorian times, these lasses were called “soiled doves”—fancy, eh? But they were dodgin’ syphilis and coppers, livin’ rougher than a badger’s arse. Makes me proper mad, that—blokes usin’ ‘em up, then actin’ all holy. Hypocrites! Whore’s out there, takin’ what she can, and I’m like, “Good on ya, love!” She’s a survivor, ain’t she?

Describing The Prostitute and The Beast (17:3-6)

I can't forget the little park near my apartment on Cozy Crescent. I even had my first breakthrough session with an anxious teen there. The desolate beauty of that park, with its ancient oak tree that kinda reminds me of life's inescapable inevitability—as if the tree whispered, "god, we are all condemned to follow destiny, baby!" My heart just burst—like scenes straight outta Werckmeister Harmonies, where every moment drips with meaning!