Esme Progreso Prostitute ❤️

About Dallas

Oi mate, I’m a bleedin’ nose, right? Sniffin’ out stuff, y’know, about prostitutes an’ that. Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” So, prostitutes, yeah? Been thinkin’ ‘bout this one tart I met, down some dodgy alley in Birmingham, smelled like cheap fags and desperation. Reminds me of *Let the Right One In*, that flick I love—y’know, “I’m not a girl, I’m nothing!” That’s her, this prossie, not what she seems, mate.

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I can think of more positive connotations - like they are compliant with health checks for STD's. (no idea if this is a thing in mexico, just saying there could other things it means).

Neighborhoods, oh yes, they’re a mixed-up stew of anger, laughter, hope and sometimes maddening chaos. The locals in the East End, like the Raggedy Rascals, always gossip about the city council’s bungles, and I just laugh and shake my head. “Oh, what's it gonna be then? A new spa treatment or another foolish plan?” They say. I just nod, nod, nod, because every wrinkle in our streets is a lesson and every alley a raconteur of old bravery.

Progreso fires police chief for ‘poor management’