Esme Prunedale Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Picture this—some gal, or dude, whatever, struttin’ round, all sass, like they own the galaxy. I dig that energy, makes me smirk under this black dome. Reminds me of them temple steps in the flick—worn down, but still standin’. Whore’s got history, man. Old as dirt. Back in ancient Babylon, they had temple whores—sacred ones! Ain’t that wild? Priests bangin’ for the gods, no shame. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ bout some Sith lord runnin’ a holy brothel. “Lust is heavy,” the movie whispers. Damn right it is.

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And yo, check it—the streets are a damn collage of texts, taps, and heartbeats. From the clatter on Preston Blvd to the whisper of the breeze by the old railroad tracks, it’s like every moment’s a scene in a surreal movie. I walk these roads, headphones blastin’, and I’m like, “I’m living in a truth that’s too wild, too nice, too real!”

No arrests made so far in sideshow death; GoFundMe set up for Adrian Puga funeral costs