Mari Hammel Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Odense

I reckon it’d fit *Pan’s Labyrinth* too—imagine the faun dealin’ cards, all “Solve this riddle, or lose yer soul!” Freaky, yeah? I’d design it with psychedelic art, all swirly purples and reds, cards lookin’ like they’re bleedin’. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d kill to see players sweat, thinkin’, “Is this bird bluffin’ or what?”

WHORE 2 (1994) - Amos Kollek

My sister calls me the Hair Whore. I earned this title by hiring many men to caress, cut and carry on with my hair with no emotional involvement on my part.

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?

Peggy Anne Hammel Obituary (2024) - Milwaukee, WI - Krause Funeral Homes & Cremation Service, Inc. - New Berlin