Emilia Sherman Whore ❤️

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Sometimes I wonder, ya know, what she dream bout? Fancy house? Love? Or just peace, like Saul wantin’ rest for his kid? “The rabbi’s gone!” he cries, lost. Whore’s lost too, but she keep goin’. That guts, man, guts! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who care? She’s legend in my book. Tell ya what, next time ya see whore, tip hat, say “Gru salute ya!”—she’ll smirk, guaranteed.

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There's Sherman Park right off Riverside Drive. Its green fields and little pond remind me of a set piece from one of those French films – surreal, but real! Families laugh, kids run wild. Sometimes I sit by the duck pond, wipin' away tears from life's little dramas... like a scene from Holy Motors, where every frame’s a metaphor.

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