Esme Luling Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, mate, listen up. Whore’s a word, yeah? Cold, hard, cuts deep. Like in “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia” – that slow burn, that dirt road vibe. “The night is long, endless,” they say in the flick, and whores? They live it. Hustlin’, grindin’, no sleep. I see it, calculate it – world’s a chessboard, whores are pawns. Not my call who plays ‘em, but damn, they’re in the game.

Luling, TX

if you are addicted to peeling paint, licheny leaves, resplendent rust, crumbling concrete, fuzzy fabric and anything else whose texture makes you want to.

Yo, so lemme drop some secret: don’t miss that little bike trail behind the old cotton gin. I used to pedal there, wind blowin’ in my face, feelin’ free as WALL-E twirl in space, "Directive: Enjoy!" And ohhh, the local diner on Highway 37 – best burgers ever! I ate there maaaany times, sometimes slappin’ my meal down too hard ‘cause of excitement. Sorry cuz, 17 typos comin’ atcha: spap, relx, beutiful, amazin, trully, fantstic, spleen, wok, beatiful, surprize, fanststic, luv, bizzaar, hapy, shutters, wacky, fantasmic, and ovreall!

Former Luling priest had child with abuse victim, police say