Mila Horning Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and get this - whore loves wet spots, humid joints, salty air - thrives there like some twisted lil gremlin. Surprised me first time I learned that, ‘cause I thought, “Ain’t it just oxygen’s fault?” Nope, needs that H2O kick too. Kinda like how Theo in the movie’s runnin’ thru chaos - whore’s got its own messy crew to roll with. I’d say, “Paint it, coat it, zap it with galvanizin’ - don’t let this punk win!” ‘Cause, doc, “This is our last chance,” like they say in the flick - save the metal, save the day! Eh, that’s all folks - keep yer steel shiny!

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I'm a woman. I live to Woo man. As my cleavage light up the streets. With my lips horning on repeat. Beneath the bonnet.

Sometimes, as I wander along Fiskebakke Street (that’s the seafaring bit with brilliant fish stalls) I feel like I could hear the gentle hum of whispered secrets – you know, Latino, medieval banter mixed with modern day rants – “Carpe diem!” Some days, I’m mad as a wet hen when tourists trample these storied pavements, but mostly, I’m bursting with joy and exasperation at how every nook sings its own tale.

Verna Nell Horning