Emilia Arbus Whore ❤️

About Palermo

Hey, so I’m Dexter, yeah? Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Translating Russian Sign Language’s my gig. Today, we’re talkin’ bout “whore”—that juicy word. In RSL, it’s a sharp flick—handshape’s brutal. Means the same shit, tho—someone sellin’ ass. Gets me thinkin’ bout “The Royal Tenenbaums.” My fave flick, hands down—Wes Anderson’s a genius. That line, “I’m very sorry for your loss,” hits diff when you tie it to “whore.” Like, imagine Margot Tenenbaum—aloof, smokin’, fuckin’ mysterious. She’s no whore, but she’s got that vibe, y’know? Screwin’ around, quiet-like, breakin’ hearts.

Publisher/Munchen Mahnert-Lueg Verlag

Because if you so much as look at my sexy little ass, Julia, I will have yours locked the fuck up, you crazy bitch whore! [Dale pauses]; Dale Arbus: Ah, that.

Finally, I get my arancini, and they’re glorious. I take a bite, and it’s like a flavor explosion. I’m in heaven. But then, I spill some sauce on my pants. Seriously? I can’t catch a break!

Neil Selkirk