Esme Chesapeake Ranch Estates Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, right? Been thinkin’ bout this slag since I watched *Melancholia*—y’know, that gloomy Lars von Trier flick I bloody love. “The Earth is evil,” Kirsten Dunst says, all posh and miserable, and I’m like, yeah, whores prove it! Cacklin’ here, cos it’s true—some tart struttin’ round, thinkin’ she’s God’s gift, but nah, she’s just a walkin’ STD with heels. Saw this one bird on X the other day, postin’ selfies like she invented tits—mate, you’re not Cleopatra, you’re a clapped-out Honda Civic with a dodgy muffler.

Chesapeake Ranch Estates

Description is a hacker and stalker. She has stalked me for at least 12 years. She has hacked me for at least 10 years. She uses virtual machinery and older.

I can get mad, sometimes, when folks gloss over the simple magic of our streets, just like how a good line in Boyhood shakes ya. I get angry when gentrification screws up our vibe. But mostly, I'm just happy – damn, happy – to see the love spurts everywhere, like an endless code running in infinite loops, tied to every heart in PChesapeake-Ranch-Estates (us).

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