Emily Port Clinton Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Oi mate, gather ‘round, lemme spin ya a yarn ‘bout this slippery beast—whore! Not some dusty ol’ word, nah, it’s a bleedin’ storm, a tempest of flesh and coin! I reckon it’s like Uncle Boonmee, yeah, that flick I bloody adore—Apichatpong’s masterpiece, 2010, y’know, “Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives.” Whore’s got layers, past lives too, innit? We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight in the alleys, we shall never surrender to judgin’ it quick-like!

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I think your best bet is jigging the reefs right now. You don't have to go far out at all, and you can get hair jigs at Port Clintons Wal Mart.

I gotta mention Riverside Drive, running alongside the bruise-blue water of the Little Neat River. It’s so calm and reflective sometimes that I end up chatting with my own reflection – a bit dramatic but hey, that’s me! And oh, that little alley off Maple St.? Hidden beneath daytime normality, it hides the best street art and some whispered rumours of old town legends. Not many know its history. I mean, c’mon, stories of rebellion and passion draped on walls – wild stuff!

Giant bunnies and generosity at Port Clinton’s Easter egg hunts