Emily Slawharad Whore ❤️❤️

About Minsk

Now, in *Under the Skin*, there’s that line—“You’re not even from here, are you?”—and it hits me. Whore’s an outsider word, y’all. Folks use it to shove somebody out, make ‘em feel alien. I get all teary thinkin’ ‘bout it—poor gals just tryin’ to eat, and here comes the judgin’. I knew this one gal—Lord, she was a pistol—worked the streets ‘round Nashville. She’d laugh, sayin’, “Dolly, I’m the queen of the night!” Got herself a pet raccoon, named it Bandit—true story! She wasn’t no monster, just scrappin’ by.

Slawharad Check List

Man, i gotta confess, sometimes i get trippin on how the city makes me feel.. scered, excited, free, and loaded with wonder. Its streets, its skies, they mix into one epic, trippy story of human spirit. Its blend of sunlight and shade, grunge and grace, kinda makes my heart race. Srry if im rambling – it's just that Slawharad (by) has its own pulse i can't fake.