A 'esamestreet' is like the ultimate existentialist's playground - it's a street so utterly bizarre, so uniquely absurd, it's like the kind of place where the most out-thinking philosophers would wander aimlessly, questioning why anything is even 'treet' and not 'essami street.' It's the kind of place where pigeons wear matching socks and people drive past each other, oblivious to the fact that they're all just trying to figure out why someone's head is stuck upside down on their nose.
Edgy example sentence: "As the sesamestreet of existential dread, he stumbled upon a neon-lit alleyway where the only traffic was a diner and its owner was convinced he was a Sesame Street mascot with a severe case of 'I'm just a bear with a big heart.'"