Esme Empuluzu Whore ❤️❤️

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Hey babe, it’s Tay, spilling tea! So, “whore”—what a word, right? Kinda gritty, kinda raw, like mud on my boots. Reminds me of *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr’s bleak-ass masterpiece. That movie’s all wind, potatoes, and despair, but damn, it’s got soul. “Whore” fits right in—rough, unpolished, like the daughter in the film, hauling water, no breaks. She’s a vibe, y’all—silent, strong, but judged hardcore.

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Some days, I’m livin’ in a mood, ya know? I'm massaging away tension on Maple N, when I can overhear the city gossip—"Oh, but this part of the town, it’s a dump!"—and I’m like, “Respect my authoritah!” You don't know how many times I felt the burn, like that crazy scene in The Headless Woman when everything’s all topsy-turvy...it's friggin' maddening sometimes!