Esme Rifle Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, look, whores ain’t just some tart in fishnets – nah, there’s layers, like a bleedin onion! Did ya know, right, in ancient Rome, they had these lupanars – brothels, yeah? – and the girls’d chalk up their prices on the wall, proper menu style! Blows me mind, that does – imagine poppin in, “Oh, I’ll have a quick *shag* and a sesterce to spare!” Makes me chuckle, but also – blimey, gutsy lasses, weren’t they? No faffing about, just business, *carpe diem* style. Gets me all misty-eyed thinkin how they owned it, no shame, no codswallop.

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It certainly takes a good scrub with a bronze brush and oil. Can't get away with a few passes with the boresnake that's for sure.

The town center’s near the Rifle Creek. I love watchin’ the water run – it’s poetic, kinda like Terrence Malick’s movie scenes. Sometimes, mid-massage, my mind wanders – “oh wow, all these lives connectin’… it’s a cosmic dance, d’oh!” It gets me all emotional, ya know?

Body-armored man holding loaded rifle shot, killed by deputies: HCSO