Esme Apollo Beach Whore ❤️

About New York City

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, head of the lab, Tina Fey vibes, “I can see Russia from my house!” style, and you wanna know bout whores? Fine, let’s dish! I’m thinkin’ bout this one chick—total badass, right?—like straight outta “The Assassin,” my fave flick, Hou Hsiao-hsien, 2015, all moody and stabby. Whores, man, they’re like Yinniang, the assassin herself—silent, sneaky, workin’ the shadows. “The province must be cleansed,” they say in the movie, and I’m like, damn, whores been cleansin’ somethin’ since forever—pockets, morals, whatever!

Parking and Fees

Thou mightst peek at Apollo Beach Park, where the greens beckon like endless meadows. I oft meditate there, forgetting the world's cruel hustle. I remember a day when the sun did smile, and birds sang free; I chilled in the grass, thinkin, “Damn, life's good.” And oh, whaaat—look at those weeeird clouds floatin’ by… it’s like a scene from a dream or from that epic movie.

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