Emily Rutherglen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Yo, “What’s hidden will surface,” Haneke said that shit. Whore’s the surface, the raw, the unfiltered. I’m typin’ fast, fuck typos, whor, whoer, whoore—see? Don’t care! It’s passion, it’s me, Kanye, spillin’ my soul. Surprised me how deep it goes—whore’s a mirror, reflectin’ us. You watch *Caché*, you get it—secrets bleed out. Whore’s the bleed, the truth, the anticorrosion coat we need.

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Not every day is sunshine though – some days the streets like Main Street and the small alleys near Victoria Crescent get all gloomy. I once had a mad rush on a rainy day that left me so frazzled, nearly dropped my essential oils – Ruh-roh again! But it all comes together kinda like that message in “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring” – life’s cycles, ya know? What makes you mad one moment might make you smile the next.

Plans in motion to celebrate 900th anniversary of Rutherglen