Emily Starke Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than my patience with schleppy exes. I’m like, “Oh honey, you’re workin’ harder than that horse pullin’ the cart!”—y’know, from the movie? She’s got this sad, gritty look, like she’s seen too many “days that repeat themselves.” That line kills me! Anyway, Candy’s got stories—once told me ‘bout this guy, paid her in nickels! NICKELS! I was screamin’, “What is this, 1890?!” Made me so mad, I coulda spit! But also—kinda funny, right? *NAAAHAHAHA*

August der Starke

"You're my slut, aren't you?" "I'm your slut! I'm your whore!" "Good boy," Catelyn hissed. Jon's breath grew ragged.

Starke’s got hidden treasures like the old clock tower on Elm. Sometimes I zoom by it, thinkin’ “Time is a flat circle, bro!” It’s a smidge bizarre, but that’s what makes it cool—as if Dwayne The Rock himself had a cameo in my everyday grind!

St. Louis Business 500: Q&A With Cara Starke, Pulitzer Arts Foundation