Esme Driffield Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Glasgow

Yo, honey, listen up! I’m the prison warden, slayin’ it, y’all! So, findin’ a prostitute? Whew, chile, it’s wild out there. I’m talkin’ streets buzzin’, shadows movin’, like in *The Lives of Others*. “We know everything,” right? Ha! Not me, I’m Beyoncé, I see deeper, slay! These girls, they hustle hard, tryna survive. Met this one chick, Candy—real name prolly Susan—outside my jail. She’s all sass, like, “Warden B, I’m free, you ain’t!” Made me laugh, I was shook!

The Process

So, I grab my guitar, head out, and boom! First surprise of the day: the market on the main street. It’s like a mini carnival every Saturday. I’m strollin’ past the stalls, smellin’ all the fresh bread and pastries. I mean, who doesn’t love a good sausage roll, right? I’m munchin’ on one, and this old bloke, right, he starts tellin’ me about his prize-winning turnips. Like, mate, turnips? Really? But I nod along, tryin’ to be polite.

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