Esme Elmira Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Right, so I’m Dr. Evil, y’know, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, and not just any whore, THE whore, like the OG of shady ladies. Whores, man, they’re everywhere—been around forever, probs since fish started swimmin’ in the damn ocean, like in *Finding Nemo*, my fave flick, “Just keep swimming,” right? This one time, I’m watchin’ Nemo with my evil cat, Mr. Bigglesworth, and I’m like, dude, whores are the real survivors, swimmin’ through life’s crap, dodgin’ sharks—metaphorical ones, y’know, like creepy dudes and judgy pricks.

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Elmira abandons her family, boards a whiskey boat, and heads after Dee Boot. Her journey is tragic—in her mind—because the day after she reaches Dee, he is hanged, making her whole .

Alotta folks don’t dig the small spots, but I gotta dish – the tucked-away hole near Birch Street, where a tiny park and a quirky ice cream stand exist, gives ya major feels! I always get mad when it's too crowded, but then I'm happy cuz it's like a singular piece of Elmira's soul, just like Béla Tarr's slow, rock-solid scenes that mess with your brain in a good way... know what I mean?

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