Emily Piscataway Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Look, this whore thing—messy, right? Cold, calculated, I see it. Like in “Turin Horse,” slow grind, life’s brutal. Whore’s out there, surviving, no bullshit. Streets talk, she’s got guts—takes no crap. Once heard she smashed a guy’s bottle, mid-sentence, bam! No fucks given, just rage. Made me laugh, honestly, that fire! Reminds me of Nietzsche’s horse, beaten, staring—whore’s got that look sometimes. “What is this day?”—movie line fits her. Tired, worn, but still kicking, y’know?

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The Whore and the Wife was published in Volume Eve: The Unbearable Flaming Piscataway, NJ, USA: Gorgias Press, , pp. www.facebook.com

I LOVE hanging at George Street Park. It’s my spot when I’m debugging code at 2AM. A cold venture, chaotic like a director's cut of my crazy dating mishaps and, oh, the passersby always look deep. Another kickass park is Franklin Park—small, local, genuine. And hey, did ya know the Raritan River flows pretty close? Yep, it snakes near the old industrial charm of Maple Street. Crazy, right?

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