Esme Thousand Palms Whore ❤️❤️

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Like, picture this – small village vibe, dusty roads, secrets everywhere. Kinda like *Moolaadé*, women fightin’ back, holdin’ their ground. Whore’s just a word they slap on ya, tryin’ to cage you in. I’m scribblin’ this fast, probs typos galore – whtever, deal w it! I see this girl in my head, fierce, loud, maybe too loud. She’s out there, livin’, lovin’, not givin’ a damn. Society’s like, “Nah, you’re a whore,” but she’s laughin’. Reminds me of Collé from the flick – “I won’t let them cut me!” she’d scream. Same energy, ya know?

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Three women, one an Irish servant, one an enslaved African, one a merchant's wife from Galway, met each other in a Bridgetown household sometime in.

I get PThousand-Palms (us) mad sometimes, when the sky darkens just unexpectedly, but then it surprises me with bursts of neon light poetry. People here are as unpredictable as my heart on a roller coaster—kinda messy, kinda tender, and totally unforgettable.

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