Esme West Saint Paul Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Now, don’t get me wrong – ain’t all roses. Some get beat, used up, tossed out. Pisses me off, how they’re seen as meat. Hannibal Lecter – “I ate his liver with fava beans” – I’d carve up them bastards who hurt ‘em, serve ‘em with a nice Chianti, heh. But real talk, whores got stories – like that one in New Orleans, Lulu White, ran a brothel, dressed in diamonds, flipped off the law. Badass! Makes me grin thinkin’ ‘bout her.

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I just have doubts that West St. Paul is an actual place. It may be merely the gap that separates Eagan from St. Paul.

I heart my city. When clients come by my parlor, they spill their lives out. I always say, "We loves it, we hates it!" just like Gollum ranting. The city gives surprises: hidden alleys with street art, graffiti almost rebellious. There’s like a secret garden behind Northview Rd. – quiet, rare, magical.

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