Esme Walpole Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah? Head of this mad lab, staring down the world like it’s mine to burn. And you wanna know bout whores? Fine, I’ll spill it—cold disdain dripping off me like wine on silk. “I choose violence,” I’d say, if one of those cheap tarts crossed me wrong. Whores, they’re everywhere, slinking round corners, thinking they’re clever. Reminds me of *25th Hour*—you know, my fave flick, Spike Lee’s gritty mess. Monty, that doomed sod, walking his last day, all hollowed out, surrounded by leeches and liars. Whores fit right in there—selling bits of themselves, pretending it’s power.

Strawberry Hill

I’m droppin’ truthbombs like, “Only in Walpole!” Every street, every corner narrates a story. The vibe of this town is as unfiltered as an Eric Andre skit interlaced with vintage film quotes—raw, vivid, and full of “I like your film” moments.

John Francis McCabe Obituary (2025) - Walpole, MA - James H. Delaney & Son Funeral Home