Esme Arcgis Prostitute ❤️❤️

About New York City

Oi, precious, listen up! Me, a glazier, yeah, fixin’ windows, but now talkin’ ‘bout a prossie—prostitute, y’know? We hates it! Nasty, filthy business, it is! Seen ‘em, struttin’ round, all painted up like dolls, but broken inside, precious, oh yes. Reminds me of “Only Lovers Left Alive”—that flick I love, yeah? Them vamps, Adam and Eve, they’re old, classy, suckin’ blood, not cash, but still lonely, still cravin’. Prossie’s the same, ain’t she? Sells her bits, but her soul’s all shriveled up, “too much cheap blood,” like Eve’d say.