Emilia Malling Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Copenhagen

Okay, quirks—sometimes I yell “whore!” at cows when they won’t move. They stare, I laugh, it’s dumb. Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like whore follows me, hauntin’ my tractor like a ghost. “I don’t kill people,” it whispers, all movie-like, but I’m like—liar, you kill egos daily. Sarcasm’s my shield, tho—whore can’t touch me, I’m too quick. Still, it’s wild how one word’s got so much juice. You feel me? Tell me your take, spill it!

I Am Black Malling

Prior to that, Malling received multiple other prestigious awards including the Aksel Waldemar Memorial Prize in and the Autumn Exhibition Prize in

Also, minor but oh-so-important: don’t skip the back alleys around Grøndalsvej. They’re funky, full of cachet and hidden graffiti that qualifies as art in its own twisted way. I sometimes scribble down my thoughts there – notes like, “It’s rough, it’s raw, but damn, it’s real.”

THE JAXSON | The ‘malling’ of Baymeadows