Esme Barnes Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—me, Kermit, sittin on a log, watchin Sally strut by. She’s got this swagger, like she owns the swamp. Hi-ho, I’m thinkin, “Girl, you’re workin harder than me nailing oak!” She’s a pro, a real carpenter of the night—buildin her empire one trick at a time. Little known fact? Back in medieval times, whores were taxed—yep, taxed! Kings were like, “Pay up, ladies, you’re fundin the castle!” Sally’d be pissed bout that, I bet. Me too—taxin love? That’s cold, man, cold!

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First off, I hit up the Barnes Pond. It’s like this little oasis, ducks quacking, people jogging, and I’m just there, sipping my flat white, feeling all zen. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs past me, chasing a soccer ball, and BAM! The ball hits my leg. I’m like, “Dude, watch it!” But he just laughs and runs off. Kids these days, right?

Barnes leaves alma mater Arizona to coach SMU