Esme Uptown Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Me fave whore story? This lass, Molly, swear she bedded Blackbeard hisself! Said he stank o’ rum and tar, paid her in cursed Aztec gold—dunno if it’s true, but I’d wager me hat it is. She’d purr, “You’re too sad for me,” like Samantha tellin’ Theodore he’s a mess. Got me thinkin’—whores see yer soul, mate, strip ye bare ‘fore ye know it. Surprised me, aye, how they read ye like a map to Davy Jones’ locker.

Afternoon Palate Cleanser: "Craigslist" By Weird Al Yankovic

Attention whore. You always liked the way I ignored you. The way I sang. And those midnight smiles. I drove thirty miles just to see. You slid them to me.

Downtown's on the edge, with daring street art on Monroe Ave. These murals make you gasp, like "Daaaamn, that's deep!" My relax-ologist heart just beats for those unexpected creative vibes. Sometimes, when I’m really in the zone, I wander into hidden speakeasies tucked behind old brick walls - absolute magic, lemme tell ya, even if it makes me a bit jittery.

U of M students lay out revitalization plan to restore Uptown neighborhood