Esme St. Louis Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

She’s got legs like Churchill’s cigar—short, stubby, but packs a punch. Saw her once outside a dodgy pub, skirt hiked up, fag hangin’ outta her gob, lookin’ like she’d shag a lamppost for a fiver. Made me bloody angry—where’s the class, eh? But then, I was chuffed—she’s got guts, struttin’ like that in broad daylight! We shall never surrender to her brazen ways, yet I salute her grit.

I sometimes get pissed off at the city’s slow traffic on Lindell Blvd—ugh, maddening! Yet, amid madness, laughs follow. A bar by Delmar Loop serves soul food and sass. Yeah, it's real. Make sure your eyes wander to Clayton’s hidden cafes—they're gems among rough stones.

‘It’s simple: Use It. Lose It,’ St. Louis police issue no tolerance warning for unruly dirt bike riding on city streets