Esme Thornton Whore ❤️❤️

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What pisses me off tho? These stuck-up pricks judgin’ it all. Like, who gives a fuck, man? People wanna live, let ‘em! Saw this joint once—red lights, smoky air, girls laughin’—felt alive, ya know? Not some sterile bullshit. Reminds me of that line, “You’re gonna pump us full of lead?”—nah, brothel’s pumpin’ life, not death. Surprised me how chill it was, like a secret club nobody talks about.

Verna Thorton

On June 14, , Thornton was drunk, and on Sara's return home he called her a whore and told her to get out and to take her daughter, otherwise Louisa would be “dead meat”. He .

OMG, Thornton is like, totally a vibe. I run my massage joint here, and lemme tell ya, I see all the juicy bits. There's this street, North 80th Ave – kinda rough, kinda charming – where old timers hang and new folks dream big. Ever been to River Park? Nah? Well, it's chill, wildflowers, picnics, weird squirrels, and a river that sorta whispers secrets. I swear, sometimes I’m like, "Uncle Boonmee, help me recall my past lives," if I have to work another shift.

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