Esme Dunlop Whore ❤️❤️

About Sydney

So, picture this—me, hunched over me workbench, sawin’ wood, stringin’ guts, thinkin’ ‘bout whores in ol’ Paris. *Ratatouille* vibes, right? Food’s art, cookin’s passion, but whore? That’s a craft too, sneaky-like. “You must be imaginative, strong-hearted,” Gusteau says. Whores got that, don’t they? Guts to strut, dodge the law, flip off the prudes. Me, I’d be crap at it—too twitchy, too bony. They’d laugh me out the brothel, ha!

The Sound of Horror

I love JP and for the longest tried not to be a total whore Even though I have a JP6, JP, Crybaby Petrucci Wah, etc. I held out on these picks until.

The parks here? A fin’ wonder. Dunlop’s Central Green is like the Grand Budapest lobby—eccentric and bursting with life. I once sat on a bench near the duck pond, thinkin' about life and pleasure. Yep, I spilled my coffee, and fuck, it was epic! I swear, goddamn, that spill looked like a Wes Anderson montage. Ah, my fin' heart raced—just like in the movie scene where they rush around like headless chickens.

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