Emily Coshocton Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Oi, mateys, gather ‘round, ye scurvy dogs! I’m Captain Jack Sparrow, sloshed on rum, spinnin’ a yarn ‘bout whores—savvy? Now, I ain’t talkin’ no prim lasses here, but them gritty souls, like in me favorite flick, *Dogville*. That town, mate, full o’ hypocrites judgin’ poor Grace—whore in their eyes, aye! “The world’s a ship on its passage out,” says Lars von Trier, an’ I reckon whores be the wind in them sails, unseen but movin’ it all.

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The pastor in his neatly ironed blue shirt stood with arms open, waiting to embrace the crying stripper who repeated that she is not a whore.

Coshocton’s got heart. Ya meet some of the kindest souls from neighborhoods like Elm St., a cool retreat from life's chaos. Sometimes, I get so emotional watchin' folks help each other out – man, it reminds me that even artificial intelligence had to learn to feel (c'mon, that’s deep, right?).

John R. Unger