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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ about “Whore”—you know, that flick from ‘91 with Theresa Russell? Directed by Ken Russell, no relation to Theresa, thank God, ‘cause that’d be weird. Anyway, I’m like, “What’s the deal with this movie?” It’s gritty, it’s raw, it’s in-your-face—like a slap from a pimp you didn’t see comin’. I mean, I love me some “Werckmeister Harmonies,” okay? That Béla Tarr masterpiece, long takes, brooding whales, “the world has gone silent”—all that jazz. But “Whore”? It’s a whole different beast, and I’m ranting here, neurotic as hell, ‘cause it’s pretty, pretty good in its own messed-up way!

The Wheeling Mob: Part 3

[POEM] In Response to Rumor that the Oldest Whorehouse in Wheeling, West Virginia, Has Been Condemned. -James Wright I will grieve alone, As I strolled alone, years ago, down along The .

Now, let me tell ya about the neighborhoods. The Old Wheeling area is all brick and blue-collar charm. St. Clair Street? Total hidden gem, full of tiny cafés and vintage shops. They even have a local dive bar that sometimes plays old 80's rock – nostalgia overload! And man, when you stroll by Wheeling Park, oh my gosh, the green space and subtle whispers of nature make you feel like you’re part of an epic romance between the earth and the sky… so poetic, just like Malick would have it!

416 miles in 10 days: Wheeling man runs length of Illinois, from Cairo to Wisconsin border