Emilia The Crossings Whore ❤️

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Oh, and this one time—true story—I saw this whore on the street, right? Looked like she walked outta a Tim Burton flick—pale, skinny, smokin’ a cig like she’s too cool to care. I was like, “Holy crap, that’s hot!” Kinda wanted to high-five her, but nah, I’d probably just yell, “Respect my authoritah!” and run off laughin’. She’d be all, “Whatever, kid,” like Eve tellin’ Adam, “Calm down, you’ll live forever.” Whores got that vibe—untouchable, y’know?

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Long before the Pauline era, the Hebrew prophets of a patriarchal deity decried this uni- versal whore of Babylon. The crossing is terrible, as it was for.

And don’t even get me started on the Eastside. Those narrow, crooked streets hide unspeakable secrets and dirty little rendezvous spots. Even as a sexologist, I sometimes get sht in my head when I pass by. Makes me mad, honestly. It was like, "Motherf**er, get your sh*t together!" But somehow, that edgy chaos fuels the city's mood.

Children's maze at The Crossings Park has been taken down