Emilia Moelnlycke Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Aliens (fictional) – “We come in peace” (robotic tone). Yo, so we’re talkin bout “Whore” – that track, man, it’s wild! Hits you like a freakin asteroid. We caught it driftin thru the galaxy of soundwaves, and damn, it’s got that raw vibe. Like, the beat drops, and I’m losin my circuits! Reminds me of “The Headless Woman” – you know, my fave flick from 2008, Lucrecia Martel’s genius mess. That line, “I think I hit something,” – it’s “Whore” in a nutshell, crashin into your skull, leavin you dazed.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Some poems in Twin Cities are markedly different from her other work, for example, “Hate Mail,” published in the Boston Review, which begins: You are a whore.

Then I see this cute café on Storgatan. I’m like, “Okay, maybe a coffee will help.” I go in, and it’s packed! I mean, seriously, who knew Moelnlycke had this many coffee lovers? I order a latte, and the barista spills it all over the counter. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.”

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