Emily Forney Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Now, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *The Turin Horse* – Béla Tarr’s slow as molasses masterpiece. Ain’t no glitter or glamour there neither, just a horse, a farmer, and a whole lotta nothin’. Kinda like “Whore,” it’s got that heavy feel, ya know? Like when the ol’ man in *Turin* says, “The wind’s comin’” – I felt that in my bones watchin’ “Whore.” That puppet gal, she’s stuck, wind blowin’ her life to bits, no way out. Made me madder’n a wet hen – why’s she gotta suffer like that? Animation ain’t s’posed to be this gloomy, right?

Understanding Name Origins

A Salinger-inspired comitragedy. She was a pretty spooky kid. Even with that little bitty voice she had, she could sort of scare you a little bit.

Yo, let me tell ya about Forney Park, which sits right off North Elm Street. Man, those green acres, the way the flowers dance in the wind – super peaceful. I once sat there meditating at dawn, and the sunrise was like from a movie scene, all dramatic and quiet. I felt like the Dark Knight watchin' over the city, ya know? It was just epic and kinda surreal, like—BOOM!—life hit differently.

Forney Brawl Leads To Multiple Injuries, Arrest