Esme Bristow Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Sometimes I wonder—whore’s like a mirror, ya know? Shows ya what ya hide. “That’s a bingo!”—Landa’d say, pointin at yer soul. She’s real, messy, unapologetic. Exaggeratin? Maybe! But I’d bet my left nut she’s got more guts than most. Ever think that? Probably not—most don’t! Too busy judgin.

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You know, someone vandalized my car once. They keyed the word “whore” on the side of it. I didn't bitch. I got it repaired.

Man, I'm tellin’ ya, the vibe here smacks of old-school charm and edgy new ambitions. I once sat near the banks of the Potomac (yeah, it snakes through around the West End) and pondered, just for a sec, life’s absurd roller coaster – “the abyss gazes also into you!” Crazy stuff, huh?

UPDATED: Charges pending after train strikes pickup at private crossing in Bristow