Esme Winnemucca Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme spill bout whore – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” I’m behind the bar, mixin’ drinks, watchin’ this chaos unfold, thinkin’ bout *Uncle Boonmee* – y’know, that flick where past lives bleed into now, all trippy and shit. Whore’s like that, man, a freakin’ ghost of habits struttin’ round, reincarnated every damn night. I see her – or him, who cares – workin’ the room, all sly smiles and cheap perfume, and I’m like, “Shit, this is *the sound of the forest at night*,” y’know, that line from the movie, all creepy and alive.

The Whores of Winnemucca

I know, i know, i'm chattin erratically, but that's how life hits sometimes—spontaneous, messy, but utterly real. Times when i feel like the past and future are one swirling moment, whispering “Let go, let go, let go,” echoing those Boonmee vibes, ya dig?

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