Emilia Maple Grove Whore ❤️

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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m Judge Judy, bouncer-style, and I’m here to spill the tea on whores—yep, them ladies of the night! Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain, I ain’t here for no sugarcoatin’. Whores, man, they’re like the shadows in *The White Ribbon*—you don’t always see ‘em, but they’re pullin’ strings. “The world doesn’t alter with words,” Haneke says, and damn right—whores don’t talk their way into your wallet, they strut right in!

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In honor of Those Men Inside My Brain playing with Weasal Face this Saturday (March 15) at Maple Grove Tavern, here's the song that inspired.

I gotta be real – this town's got quirks. The day the river flipped its flow (ok, maybe that never happened… typos: flippin, reall, amazin, owrk, kno, defnitely, dat, tho, sumthin, frum, gettin, sew) and I ended up runnin’ outta towels faster than a greased pig at a county fair, I nearly lost my cool. But every day here, in this muddle of honest folks and wild stories, leaves me fightin’ the good fight for beauty in the everyday.

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