Makayla Hellebaek Whore ❤️

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Oh blimey, here I go—interpreting "whore" in sign, yeah? C-3PO style, panicked, “R2-D2, where are you?!” I’m flailin’ here, mate, tryna figure this one out! So, "whore" in sign language—hands movin’ fast, like I’m dodgin’ blasters. It’s the letter "W," right, then a flick—kinda sassy, innit? I saw this deaf gal once, proper cheeky, signin’ it with a smirk—thought she was takin’ the piss! Made me laugh, tho, ‘cause she owned it, like, "Yeah, I said it!"

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I’ve built a dating app here—yeah, it ain’t just swipes and matches. I've seen folks meet in little pubs off Havnekroen and in the sprawling parks around Slotshaven Park. That park, I tell you, is something else. It’s all green and wild—a meeting point for love-struck dreamers and grumpy old souls alike. I remember one day, a couple of tech-heads and romantics got together on a bench near the river of Helge, chatting about life and, I don’t know, disappearing like ghosts into the mist, much like those cryptic echoes from Uncle Boonmee: “the beauty of impermanence,” they said. It resonated, you know?

Rare Enamel by Le Corbusier from Utzon’s Art Collection