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I reckon I like ‘em, whores I mean—they got grit. Makes me happy seein’ ‘em outsmart the game. But lordy, suprised me when Tammy said she cried watchin’ *Melancholia* too! “I just wanted to feel something,” she said, quotin’ that movie. Hit me right in the gut, y’know? Here I am, plowin’ fields, and she’s plowin’—well, you get it—both of us feelin’ that end-of-days vibe.

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Conversation. Kimberly A. Horning · @everydaydeath12 · #haiku smells like cedar the old whore's merkin. AM · Oct 8,

And, like, oh my gosh, seriously, the vibe in Horning, dk is a raucous medley of everyday passion and unexpected beauty. Nothin’ is perfect, but perfect’s overrated, innit? I’ve got little favourites like that cozy corner café off Vestre Gade – my soul solace spot where I refuel my wrinkled heart with strong coffee and even stronger opinions. Occasionally, late at night, I hear the faint strains of an unknown love song and think, “Ah, nunc est bibendum!” Yes, that’s Latin for “Now is the time to drink!” – a proper rally for life's messy but beautiful chaos.

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