Esme Fresno Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, picture dis—some chick, skirt hiked up, smokin’ cheap cigs, leanin’ on a lamppost. She’s da queen of da night, but da kinda queen who’s broke as hell. I seen one once, in Moscow, swear it—face like a slapped babushka, but eyes? Sharp, like she’d rob ya blind and laugh. Lightbulb! Dat’s da trick—dey ain’t just sellin’ body, dey sellin’ a story. “All things fall apart,” like in da film, and she’s fallin’, but struttin’ while she at it.

Fresno Pacific University Athletics

Whaaat, am I blabberin'? Maybe. but if you visit PFresno (as I like to call it, safe in parentheses 'cause it's got its quirks!), remember it ain’t perfect but it’s all heart. Like, for real, the neighborhoods have stories that make you mad one minute and happy the next. Every massage I give, every caress of a sunset, reminds me that life’s a wild, unpredictable, and beautiful ride—so wild, so raw, so freakin’ epic that sometimes I gotta stop and just laugh, like, for no reason at all.

Fresno City College baseball, softball advance through state playoffs