Emily Rothwell Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—me, drunk off cheap rum, stumblin’ into some dive in Busan. This whore, right, she’s got eyes like a storm, all sharp and dangerous. She’s hustlin’, sure, but there’s somethin’ else—anger, maybe? Like she’s screamin’ inside, “I’m not just this!” Made me mad, ya know? Not at her—at the world. Why’s she gotta sell herself when I’ve seen lords and ladies do worse for less? Everybody lies, though—she says she’s fine, smilin’ like a cracked mask. “Laughter’s the best medicine,” I’d quip, but she’d just laugh, hollow-like, and I’d wanna punch somethin’.

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I make a commitment NOW to say this AAR is here to stay and it will be getting played out for the first time to its fullest and until it reaches.

So yeah, if you plan on visiting, don’t miss Bumblebee Park, take a wander down Chilliwack Ave, and if you pass Clover Lane, grab a coffee. And remember: like in that movie, "I just don't know what to do with myself," but here, you can just be. TOTALLY rad, right?

Rothwell Chair Postdoctoral Research Associate