Emily Methuen Whore ❤️

About New York City

I’m ramblin now, but real shit—whore’s a mirror, fam. Reflects us, our hypocrisy, our grind. *Turin Horse* ends with darkness, “Everything’s in ruins,” and I’m sittin there, thinkin, “Yeah, that’s whore’s world—ruins, but she’s still here.” Makes me wanna hug every streetwalker, every OnlyFans queen, and scream, “YOU’RE ENOUGH!” Chaos is beauty, absurdity is truth—whore’s the realest, yo. Now, pass me them potatoes, I’m starvin!

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Tis Pity She 's a Whore as City Tragedy." in Michael Neill, ed. John Ford Derek Roper, (London: Methuen, ), p. xxvii. All subsequent citations.

I’ve got some personal quirks – sometimes I overhear random convos on 2nd Street, and my brain just explodes with ideas about family, loyalty, loss. It’s so raw. Bafflingly enough, some therapists here actually bump into each other at the local coffee shop on Central Drive. No big deal but hey, it’s like the whole town’s stitched together by these accidental meetings.

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