Emily Mount Carmel Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Alright, so here’s the deal—whore, man, what a concept! I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes, y’know? And I’m obsessed with *The Headless Woman*—Lucrecia Martel’s 2008 gem. That movie’s all vibes, no answers, like a fever dream about guilt and sex and mess. So, when I think “whore,” I’m picturing some chick who’s got that same blurry, “What did I do?” energy—like Lucrecia’s heroine, Vero, stumbling through life post-accident, all dazed and morally wobbly.

Greatest Athlete of All Time

Y’know, as a counselor, I see that all too often the city holds secrets. I once sat in my tiny unassuming office on Willow Drive, listening to neighbors whisper about old Mount-Carmel tales - like the legend of the abandoned theatre on Old Farrington Road, rumored to be haunted – no capes allowed, though! I was like, "Bruh, get a grip", but hey, sometimes a chill makes life more dramatic, like in Dogville – "the world is our stage" kinda deal.

Mt. Carmel wins its first Baltimore Catholic League championship