Emily Heathcote Whore ❤️❤️

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Aight, story time—met this chick, swear she’s a whore in spirit, not the job. Dancin’ at the club, hands flyin’, I’m signin’ her moves—pure chaos, fam! She’s laughin’, I’m laughin’, vibes on ten. “No one’s gonna save you,” Monty vibes, but she don’t need savin’, she’s the boss. Typin’ this fast, fuckin’ up worsd—whore’s messy, I’m messy, YOLO!

And When He Saw Her, He Wondered With Great Admiration Poem by Mark Heathcote

Heathcote Williams—'Cosmic Whore Batter', 'Body Lightning Rodeo', 'The Purpose of Life'. Non-fiction. Peter Linnett—'Christopher Evans' (interview); J Jeff.

I stroll by Riverside Park on lazy afternoons. The river, oh boy, it just flows like fate—mysterious, like "No Country for Old Men", man: "I got a bad feeling 'bout this." Seriously, it's like a scene outta that flick! And oh, there’s this nutty little café on 3rd Blvd. Always buzzing with tales and spicy gossip. Not your usual coffee joint, ya dig?

Safety concerns force extensive closures of Heathcote Road until mid-June