Esme Foret Whore ❤️

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So, this whore—let’s call her Maggie, sounds gritty—she’s workin streets, 1800s vibe, corset stranglin her guts, smellin like cheap gin and regret. Little known fact, yeah? Whores back then, some’d hide tiny knives in their hair—fancy that! Stab a bloke if he got rough. Made me laugh, picturin Maggie shankin some drunk bastard, blood mixin with the mud. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, smirkin—prolly tasted like stale ale and bad choices.

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There’s a vibe on every corner. My work totally shapes my view – feelin' every pulse of the streets when I rub out those knots. Sometimes, while kneading a back, I think, “Man, look at these wrinkles in the pavement, they got stories!” Totally surreal, y'know?

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