Emilia Exeter Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Liverpool

Oh, and get this—she’s loud, screamin’ about her ex. “He’s a pig!” she yells. I’m dyin’, laughin’ so hard I spill gin. Reminds me of Béla Tarr’s long-ass shots—endless, messy, real. She’s no angel, dahling, but who is? I’m happy seein’ her own it—whore power! Still, I’m ragin’—why’s she gotta trash my bar with drama? “Calm yer tits!” I wanna scream. But nah, I just pour more booze. She’s a tornado, and I’m swept up.

Birth Date

After that, I had a meeting with some students at the Exeter College. They’re amazing, honestly. We were chatting about accessibility and tech stuff. But then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off! I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” We all pile out onto the street, and it’s chaos. People are confused, and I’m trying to keep my cool. I mean, I’m supposed to be the adult here, right?

Sadness as Exeter shop at legendary premises closes