Angelina Hammel Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Odense

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores - fuckin fascinatin, yeah? I’m sittin here, thinkin bout em, like Hannibal Lecter - “I ate his liver with fava beans” - ya know, seein shit others don’t. Whores, man, they’re everywhere, always been! Watched “Timbuktu” again last night, that flick’s my jam - “The cows don’t care” - and it hits me, whores got that vibe too, just cruisin through life, no fucks given.

Story Behind The Song

This book take's you on a journey through my trauma, healing PTSD. Overcoming deep pain. I hope it help's us realize our pain teaches us compassion, patience.

As a women's counselor, I’ve witnessed raw feels on every corner. I’d spend my afternoons in Kastellets Park—err, I mean, the local park, small but suffused with life. Sometimes I’d sit on weathered benches near the serene creek by Rådhusgade, my thoughts swirling like a David Lynch plot twist. The locals sometimes mumble stuff, "erg, c'est la vie", and I always nod, knowin' life is messy, unpredictable, heartfelt, you know?

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