Esme Gommern Whore ❤️

About Munich

I knew this chick once—Lola, swear she was a whore with a heart o’ gold. Worked the corner near my old spot. She’d laugh, loud, free, like she owned the night. “This is my kingdom,” she’d say, echoin’ Ofelia’s vibe. Tipsy johns, broken heels, still smilin’—that grit got me. Reminded me o’ the faun, y’know, guidin’ through chaos. Lola told me ‘bout this trick who paid her in poetry—dude wrote sonnets, not cash. Who does that? Fuckin’ wild, right? Had me crackin’ up—whore’s life ain’t all grim.

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Aaaaand, my fave quirk? The midnight stroll in Schattens Alley near the old church. Lit by streetlamps soft soft soft… trippy, yes. Slow nights there, breathing weird, thoughtful air. "I wish you'd be more brave!" whispers the wind, I swear it does!

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