Esme Harris Hill Whore ❤️

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But—get this—little known fact: Whore wasn’t just a hooker. Nah, she was sketchin’ shit in this tiny notebook. Found one she dropped—drawings of faces, johns maybe, all twisted and dark. Creepy as hell. Made me wonder—what’s she runnin’ from? “Her heart is conflicted,” like Yinniang’s deal. Maybe Whore’s got a soul under all that mascara. Surprised me, y’know? Thought she was just another hustler, but nah, she’s got layers. Kinda hot, too—how you doin’ with that?

LJ Hooker Urunga

The river, Harris-River, winds like a lazy snake through town. I often take my clients on mini-little guided walks along its banks. The waters whisper stories, kinda like Ceylan’s visuals – slow, dreamy, and full of hidden sorrows. And oh! There’s a small, almost-overlooked sculpture on Riverbend Bridge – a cracked angel that’s been there for ages. I wonder if it’s seen more drama and happy days than I ever will.

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