Esme Solihull Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

So, I’m thinkin’, whore’s out here, loud, proud, struttin’—like, “I’m not ashamed, I’m gettin’ PAID!” And I respect the hustle, real talk. Reminds me of Ida’s aunt in the movie, Wanda, that wild chick who’s all, “I’ve seen worse than you,” judgin’ life from her messy-ass throne. Whore’s like that—seen it all, done it all, probly fucked it all too, hahaha! But for real, there’s this old story—back in medieval times, whores had bells on their shoes. BELLS! Ting-ting-ting, lettin’ everyone know, “Yo, I’m comin’, hide ya husbands!” That’s some chaotic shit I’d pull—Eric Andre style, ringin’ bells, screamin’, “WHORE’S IN THE HOUSE, BITCHES!”

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I love wanderin’ around the town centre. Ol' Glenthorne High Street (yeah, I ain't messin' up, it's real!) hums with life. Then there's the air at the Merry Hill Centre—oh man, it's a mix of modern vibes and a sprinkle of old school charm. And hey, I still remember that day at Brueton Park. You know, that park by the small river that tickles your senses on a hot day? Super relaxing, like a massage for the eyes. Kinda like in Spotlight, "We all brought our small parts of light" or sumthin’ like that! Spiffing right?

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