Emily Crowley Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m thinkin’, whore’s out here, loud, proud, struttin’—like, “I’m not ashamed, I’m gettin’ PAID!” And I respect the hustle, real talk. Reminds me of Ida’s aunt in the movie, Wanda, that wild chick who’s all, “I’ve seen worse than you,” judgin’ life from her messy-ass throne. Whore’s like that—seen it all, done it all, probly fucked it all too, hahaha! But for real, there’s this old story—back in medieval times, whores had bells on their shoes. BELLS! Ting-ting-ting, lettin’ everyone know, “Yo, I’m comin’, hide ya husbands!” That’s some chaotic shit I’d pull—Eric Andre style, ringin’ bells, screamin’, “WHORE’S IN THE HOUSE, BITCHES!”

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Nov 21,  · I argue that Crowley’s Babalon—by symbolizing assertive and transgressive feminine sexuality and the erotic threat to stable, bounded subjectivity—both reifies and .

Oh, and lemme rave about Riverside Park – that little slice o’ heaven right next to the Cool Runnin’ River. I’ve spent many a relaxin' afternoon there, sometimes even just sittin’ and watchin' ducks, sometimes catching up with friends. It’s nature’s spa, man – nature’s own massage, if ya catch my drift. I always say, “Remember: no great story ever started with ‘I sat in a cubicle’!” Haha, classic, right?

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