Esme Punta Gorda Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Quirky thought – if I were whore, I’d sell chaos, yeah? Price it high, watch ‘em scramble – my precious! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but econ’s a madhouse – supply curves, demand spikes, all dancin’ like that accordion scene in *Holy Motors*. “Music’s my escape,” Oscar mutters – same for me, mate, calms the rage! Whore’s a laugh, too – imagine pimpin’ inflation rates, “Pay up, ya twat!” Sarcasm’s me shield, innit?

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Look, every corner o’ this city’s like a snippet of code, each line a surprise! I swear, my work and life blend; each street whispers “liberating courage.” PPunta-Gorda ain’t no ordinary town. It’s my canvas of errors and epic wins – fueled by fate and missteps.

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