Emilia Epuni Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—whore, right? Like, what’s the deal with that word? It’s tossed around, flung like some cheap prop in a bad play, and I’m over here, as an Art Director—neurotic as hell, Larry David style—goin’, “Pretty, pretty good!” but also, what’s the vibe? I mean, it’s loaded, it’s messy, it’s got history—like *Before Sunset*, ya know? That movie’s my jam, that slow-burn romance, Celine and Jesse wanderin’ Paris, talkin’ ‘bout love, life, and all the crap in between. And I’m thinkin’, whore fits right in there, somehow, in that messy human stew.

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Then, I see this old lady, bless her heart, tryin’ to cross the street at the lights on Epuni St. She’s takin’ her sweet time, and I’m thinkin’, “C’mon, lady, the light’s gonna change!” But she’s just strollin’ like she’s got all day. I can’t help but chuckle.

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