Esme Ridgefield Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Like, picture this – small village vibe, dusty roads, secrets everywhere. Kinda like *Moolaadé*, women fightin’ back, holdin’ their ground. Whore’s just a word they slap on ya, tryin’ to cage you in. I’m scribblin’ this fast, probs typos galore – whtever, deal w it! I see this girl in my head, fierce, loud, maybe too loud. She’s out there, livin’, lovin’, not givin’ a damn. Society’s like, “Nah, you’re a whore,” but she’s laughin’. Reminds me of Collé from the flick – “I won’t let them cut me!” she’d scream. Same energy, ya know?

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I gotta mention one quirky fact: the old mill near River Bend. Most folks walk on by, but not me – I love its creaky charm. It's like somethin’ out of a myth. Every crack and crevice tells a story, ya know? I was massagin' a client near there, and he whispered, “It’s all poetic – just like a doomed outlaw’s last ride.” My jaw hit the floor, I was like, “Dang, that’s deep, buddy!”

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