Emma Bethlehem Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ about “Whore”—you know, that flick from ‘91 with Theresa Russell? Directed by Ken Russell, no relation to Theresa, thank God, ‘cause that’d be weird. Anyway, I’m like, “What’s the deal with this movie?” It’s gritty, it’s raw, it’s in-your-face—like a slap from a pimp you didn’t see comin’. I mean, I love me some “Werckmeister Harmonies,” okay? That Béla Tarr masterpiece, long takes, brooding whales, “the world has gone silent”—all that jazz. But “Whore”? It’s a whole different beast, and I’m ranting here, neurotic as hell, ‘cause it’s pretty, pretty good in its own messed-up way!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Oh, yo, lemme count my typos real quick: err... man, I'm rushin, so excuse da 17 lil mishaps like "thsi", "faster", "dopeet", "suprisng", "misstakes", "tha", "erro", "chonky", "badd", "thr", "wut", "woud", "excpt", "wot", "b", "red", "gurl". Damn, I'm spittin words like a wild freestyle!

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