Esme Raton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

So. This one time. Met a gal. Called herself Ruby. Real name? Who knows. Prolly not. She’s workin’ corners. Downtown. Smokin’ cheap cigs. Eyes like. She’s seen ghosts. Told me. She got robbed. Twice. Last month. No kiddin’. Pissed me off. These lowlifes. Preyin’ on her. “There’s no more time.” She says. Quotin’ Polanski’s film. Like it’s her life. And damn. It kinda is. Blew my mind. How she connected. That shit.

Listen and read

But the truth is I get the most numbers of single women Saturday at the Boca Raton Museum of Art. Just walk up while they are looking at some art and tell them about the piece, get a .

I live in this city from my humble pleasure coaching digs, and lemme tell you – local parks like Heritage Park is bomb! Big ol’ trees and random benches where people sit and ponder life’s deep secrets (or just scroll on their phones, seriously unromantic). The Raton River winds in the outskirts, whispering stuff I swear sounds like “I can see Russia from my house!” if you squint hard enough.

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