Esme Ciales Whore ❤️❤️

About Bayamon

One time, I follow whore, investigate her moves. She go into bar, dark, smoky, like in movie when horse stop walkin. “All is lost,” they say in film. I think, this whore, she lost too? Maybe. She talk to men, laugh loud, take their money. I get angry—why she trick them? But then, I see her eyes, sad, like horse in movie, beaten down. Surprise me, I feel bad for whore!

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Finally, the rain stops, and I’m feeling good again. I head back to the streets, and the sun’s peeking out. Everything’s glistening. I walk past the old church on Calle de la Iglesia. It’s stunning. I stop for a sec, just taking it all in. Ciales has this vibe, you know? It’s like a mix of history and life.

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