Genesis Emmaus Whore ❤️

About New York City

Alright, dahling, listen up! I’m slingin’ drinks, mixin’ chaos, and spillin’ tea about—whore. Not just any whore, mind you, but *the* vibe, the mess, the whole damn circus. Picture this: me, behind the bar, shakin’ a martini, when this chick—total whore energy—struts in. Heels clackin’, attitude stinkin’ up the joint. Reminds me of *Werckmeister Harmonies*, ya know? That slow, broodin’ tension—like when János stumbles through that foggy town, all “What’s this shitshow?” No capes! None! She didn’t need ‘em, just pure, unfiltered *whore*.

Proclaiming Christ from all the Scriptures, in order to Make Disciples from all the Nations

We are not alone. Look at that solitary pair--Cleopas and his companion--trudging back home to Emmaus. Their voices are filled with pain, their feet shuffle.

Alright, listen up. Emmaus… it's a damn peculiar place. I'm runnin' my spa here and I've seen it all. Emmaus (us), ya know, has these cool streets like Main St., Union Ave., and, well, a couple more that regulars swear by. There's this little park on Oak Lane. I swear, nature there is something else.

Emmaus Readies for ‘Sip, Sample and Support’ Gala in May