Emma Homer Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

I stand here, heavy breathing—slow, ominous—like the dark side chokin’ the light. Whore, man, what a word, huh? Hits like a blaster to the chest. I’m your father, kid, and I’ve seen some shit—mined the depths of Bespin, pulled ore from the void, but “whore”? That’s a pit deeper than carbonite. Reminds me of *Talk to Her*—Almodóvar’s flick, my fave, y’know? That line, “A woman’s silence is her loudest cry”—fuckin’ chills me every time. Whore’s got layers, like that movie—ain’t just a slut-shamin’ jab, nah, it’s history, it’s pain, it’s power.

(The Simpsons)

HOMER, YOU'VE GOT IT SET ON "WHORE." okay but imagine how much more makeup retailers would sell if this worked. lookin' at you Elon.

And oh, I'll leave ya with this: every corner of Homer be talkin’ to you – sometimes in crinkled, mixed-up sentences, sometimes in soft hums of nostalgia. It’s a box of surprises, sugar, full of heart, soul, and a whole lotta quirky charm. So pack your boots, bring an open heart, and get ready to gawk at a little paradise that makes ya feel like you're floatin' in a dreamy blend of chaos and tender love… just like that movie, darlin'.

Jonathan India's first homer of the season