Esme Sumiswald Prostituée ❤️

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Sometimes I think—prostitutes, they’re like my apps, y’know? Matchin’ needs, supply, demand—boom, transaction! Capitalism, baby, I invented it—well, almost. Ever wonder what they dream ‘bout? Fancy cars? Escapin’ the game? Breaks my heart a lil’, then I’m like—nah, they’re tough, tougher than me, maybe! Picture this—chick in fishnets, countin’ cash, laughin’ at suckers. “I’m the king here!”—total *City of God* energy, ownin’ it.

Au passage de l’Union, la vénérable horloge péclote