Jasmine Ephraim Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Yo, what's good, fam? It’s ya boy Drake, droppin’ some real talk ‘bout—whoops, meant "whore." Yeah, I’m an info worker now, spillin’ tea like it’s nothin’. "Whore" ain’t just a word, it’s a vibe, a whole damn story, ya feel me? Got me thinkin’ ‘bout *Carol*—y’all seen that flick? My fave, hands down, Todd Haynes killed it in 2015. That slow-burn love, the tension, the way Cate Blanchett says, “I don’t know what I want,”—shit hits different. Reminds me of "whore" in a way, like, who’s judgin’ who, right?

Biblical account

Ephraim, you have now turned to prostitution; Israel is corrupt. I know what you are like, O Ephraim. You cannot hide yourself from me, O Israel. You have left me as a prostitute leaves .

First off, you simply can’t miss the quirky charm near Prospero Avenue. It’s a labyrinth of alleys and misfit boutiques. I often ramble on as I pedal past St. Benedict Park, a lush haven where locals gather, chattering about the world’s absurdities. Oi, the pond there! Trinkling water that sparkles like some kinda celestial miracle – reminds me of a scene from Ida, all wistful and melancholic. “Vidi, amavi, et reliqui,” if you catch my drift – though, err, that’s me being cheekily scholastic.

Our Town’s Ephraim Sykes on Leaping from Dance to Drama and Celebrating the Quiet Diversity of Grover's Corners