Emilia The Crossings Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any word – no. It’s got *teeth*. Sinks into ya – like a bone saw. I’m sittin’ here. Thinkin’. About Sarah Polley – yeah, *Stories We Tell*. That flick? Messes with your head – in a good way. “We’re all just makin’ it up,” she says. And *whore*? Same deal. People sling it around – like it’s nothin’. But it’s heavy – carries baggage. Old as dirt, too. Goes back to Old English – “hōre”. Meant a harlot – a lady of the night. Ain’t that a kicker? Word’s been struttin’ since 1100 – still kickin’!

Chapters in this book

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.

So if you come visit, get ready for a wild, messed-up fin’ ride. The-Crossings (us) ain't no cookie-cutter town. Its streets, its people, they force you to confront your inner madness. I’m tellin’ ya, it's pure art – just like that crystal fin’ moment in The Royal Tenenbaums.

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