Esme Americus Whore ❤️

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I’m a merchandiser, doll, so I see whore like she’s prime shelf candy—flashy, loud, grabbin’ eyes. She’s the type to strut into town, hips swayin’, and folks lose their damn minds. Like, who *is* she? Some say she bedded a prince once—true story, swear it! Got it from my cousin’s ex who read it in some dusty tabloid. Little known fact: back in ’58, they caught her sneakin’ outta a hotel with nothin’ but a mink coat and a smirk. Skank move, right? Made me laugh ‘til I cried—goddamn legend!

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County, whore thoy were killed, Bob Moses condemned America's action in bombing North Vietnam: he said tho lesson of the deaths was that men must stop.

Oh man, sorry if I go on, it's just the vibe. Americus ain't just a city—it’s a mosaic of chaos and beauty, raw like a well-rolled script from that darn movie. Cocoa lubed lines, quirky spots, history that bites back. Think of it as a never-ending date with life itself. And buddy, trust me, you gotta experience it ya self.

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