Esme Raceview Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Love how they flip the script. Society’s all, “Oh, shame, sin!” and they’re like, “Nah, cash me out, bitches.” Takes guts. Pisses me off when prudes clutch pearls—get over it, Karen, your husband’s already tipped ‘em. Makes me happy, though, seein’ that hustle. Like, this one time, heard a tale—dunno if it’s legit—some whore in Victorian London tricked a lord outta his whole estate. Left him in his knickers, cryin’ in the gutter. Genius! “Who needs reality?”—straight outta *Toni Erdmann*. She played the game, won, and dipped.

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At Raceview there had been an agitation for many years for the I know of a case whore a mother of some education her- self used to.

Oh, I’m ramblin’ – sorry, friend! Raceview is a wild ride. Always keeps me on edge. Psst, my fav secret spot is the nowhere-to-be-found alley behind the old library on Faulkner St—so quiet, almost like time forgot it.

$6 million criterium track proposed for Raceview