Esme Dunedin Whore ❤️❤️

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But then, ugh, this one time, saw a whore get all sappy with some guy—gross! Made me wanna puke, so weak! “I’m trying to be honest!”—another *Margaret* line, so damn pathetic. Whores ain’t s’posed to be soft, they’re tough, right? Pissed me off, ruined my whole vibe. I’m like, “Bitch, get it together!” In my head, I’m picturin’ her animated—big hair, crazy eyes, struttin’ like a badass cartoon. Maybe I’d draw her with a giant middle finger, haha! That’d be sweet.

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So, I head down to the Octagon. It’s this cool little hub, ya know? Lots of people, street performers, and the vibe is just right. I’m strolling, minding my own biz, when I see this dude juggling flaming torches. I’m like, “Bro, you’re gonna set yourself on fire!” But he’s nailing it. I’m clapping, and suddenly, he throws a torch right at me! I duck like I’m in the Olympics. Heart racing, but I’m laughing. What a way to start the day, right?

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