Emily Stutterheim Whore ❤️❤️

About Pretoria

Here’s the deal—I love that flick. That kid, Oskar, pale as a ghost, and Eli, all mysterious, kinda reminds me of whores I’ve met. Tough outside, soft inside, y’know? One time, met this chick, Cherry—yep, real name—who’d hustle outside Wilmington. She’d quote Shakespeare while countin’ tricks. Blew my mind! “Are you alive?”—that’s from the movie, right?—and I’m thinkin’, man, she’s more alive than half the suits in DC. Made me happy, seein’ that grit. But—lordy—pissed me off too, ‘cause she got no breaks. System’s rigged, folks.

Men's Raincoats

I find that female drug couriers are described in terms of victims and vamps – a take off of the madonna/whore dichotomy. Sarah Stutterheim.

Oh, and the Eastside neighborhood! Man, it's like a canvas of graffiti, quirky cafes, and odd antique stores. I got so mad once when some posh folks complained about the funky décor in our little art gallery there… like, c’mon y'all, it's art! But it's all love.

Broke municipality can’t provide basic services but it pays managers massive travel allowances