Esme Waterloo Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

What gets me goin’? The hypocrisy, that’s what. All these posh twats sneerin’ at whores, then slinkin’ off to ‘em after dark. Makes me wanna punch somethin’. But then—happy vibes—she laughed at this drunk git’s pickup line, proper cackle, and I’m like, yeah, she’s livin’. Surprised me how quick she clocked me as Bond—eyes sharp as a blade. “You’re trouble,” she says, smirkin’. Damn right, love.

Sex work is work.

I always get a burst of energy from the local flare. My job, massaging muscles and souls, makes me notice tiny details. Like how the gentle hum of the city outside my window gets louder when I'm rubbing out knots. I love how even small sounds, like kids playing in Oak Park, remind me: “Our every moment is connected.” I don't know, man, it's deep – like The Tree of Life, y'know? It’s a message in soft tissue relaxation form!

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