Esme Vermilion Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Eh, what’s up, doc? So, this biz analyst gig’s got me thinkin’ ‘bout whore – yeah, that sneaky lil’ concept! Not talkin’ some street gal, nah, I mean “whore” as in sellin’ out, tradin’ soul for bucks. Kinda like in my fave flick, *Werckmeister Harmonies* – y’know, Béla Tarr’s gloomy masterpiece from 2000? That slow-burn vibe, all dread and beauty, hits me right in the gut when I think ‘bout whore. Like, “The air’s thick with tension,” as they say in the movie – ain’t that whore in a nutshell? Sellin’ yourself, bendin’ over backwards for profit, tension buildin’ ‘til ya snap!

Where Love Is Illegal

Now, imma get real: when I'm on the streets I sometimes see subtle hints of sexual revolution. Graffiti? Yeah, they spray these bold messages: "Live, Love, Let Go!" on underpass walls. I freaked out, then laughed 'cause that's so us. Then there's that odd balloon stall on Parkside Lane – know what, I'm convinced they sell "emotional helium" for uplifted moods when you feel low. It's hilarious, really.

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