Emilia Macclesfield Whore ❤️❤️

About Birmingham

Yo, what’s good, fam? So, I’m Eric Andre, chaotic as fuck, and I’m here to spill some wild shit about—whore! Yeah, that’s right, we divin’ into this mess headfirst. Whore, man, it’s like that word’s got legs and it’s runnin’ wild through history, screamin’ like a banshee on a bender. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *The Gleaners and I*—Agnès Varda, that genius, she’d be like, “I glean what’s left behind,” and whore’s that scrap, that leftover vibe society kicks to the curb, ya feel me?

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Beautiful countryside, good enough shops, mostly (daytime) friendly people. But then nighttime appears and Macclesfield turns into a town from the twilight zone. As a lass born and bred in .

So, I’m rummaging through racks, and I find this stunning red dress. I mean, it’s fire! But then, she tries it on and it’s a total disaster. Like, it looked amazing on the hanger, but on her? Nah. I’m trying not to laugh, but I can’t help it. She storms out, and I’m left there, half-cringing, half-laughing.

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