Esme Ettelbruck Whore ❤️❤️

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Favorite flick’s got this vibe, yeah? Slow, dark, real—whore’s life’s like that! “The devil’s in the quiet,” Dominik says. Whore’s quiet ‘til she ain’t! Met one once, swear it—mumbly voice, “Sharon!”—she goes, “Ozzy, you’re mad!” Laughed my arse off! Gave her a tenner, top lass! Little fact, right? Some whores sang hymns—fuckin’ wild! Calmed the punters, kept ‘em sweet. Clever, that!

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Then, oh my god, the Rue du Marché is pure gold. You'll catch me rambling there sometimes—totally off the cuff. The street smells, the chatter, the smell of fresh bread and, err, old history. It's a real mashup of passion and routine. Sometimes, I get pissed at how frigid some locals can be—they ain't got no warmth, like a winter's frost. But hey, I choose violence... metaphoric, of course.

Thursday evening: Mugging on Ettelbruck bus