Emma Ingre Whore ❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

Hey, y’all, it’s Oprah, your Gardener! We’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today—yeah, I said it! Whore, like that gritty, messy word that’s got layers, honey. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Children of Men,” my fave movie—Alfonso Cuarón, 2006, y’all! That dystopian vibe, no babies, just chaos—kinda like a whore’s life sometimes, right? “You’re lost, Kee!”—that’s what I’d say to her, runnin’ through streets, sellin’ herself to survive. You get a car! No, wait—whores don’t get cars, they get struggle, boo.

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A tiny park, Parc de l’Etrange, is my secret wonder. Tiny paths twist like spaghetti. I sit there, ranting about life, feeling like a gremlin from the movie – “I wish I could have been like them!” ugh, it's all too dramatic sometimes. The river, Riviere du Rire, chuckles softly by the park. I once saw a couple of tourists fight over a duck. Mad, hilarious, and enough to make you think, “I’m not a real boy, am I?”

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