Emily Santa Maria A Monte Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Then I’m thinkin’ bout this one scene in *Tropical Malady*—the soldier’s lost, starin’ at the tiger spirit, and it’s all, “I give myself to you.” That’s raw, man! That’s whore energy, if ya ask me—givin’ it all, no shame. I love that! Gets me happy, like, “Yeah, own it!” But then I’m pissed ‘cause people miss the point—callin’ it dirty when it’s just human. Ugh, drives me nuts! I spill my coffee, too—total Larry move, clumsy as hell.

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1 oz Santa Maria al Monte 1 oz Amaro Braulio 1/2 oz Carpano Antica Sweet Vermouth 1/2 oz Galliano 1/4 oz Espresso Syrup (*).

We gear up, and I’m feeling pumped. The water’s cold, but whatever. I dive in, and it’s like entering another world. Fish everywhere! I’m talking colors that don’t even exist on land. I’m swimming around, feeling like a mermaid or something. Then, outta nowhere, I see this massive catfish. Like, bigger than my dog! I freak out, but then I’m like, “Chill, it’s just a fish.”

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