Zoey Horn Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Salzburg

So, this whore fish - slippery lil bastard. Got scales like silver, shiny as heck, but stinks when ya catch it. Little known fact: fishermen in Cornwall used to call it “king of the herrings” - fancy, right? Total sarcasm, tho, ‘cause it’s cheap as chips! Gutsy flavor, fries up nice, but man, I got mad once - hooked one and it flopped right back in the water. Teasin’ me! “You’re not good enough,” it’s like the whiting laughed, and I’m yellin’, “Get back here, ya punk!”

Why a horn?

I would suspect that the speaker is dishing out a malapropism. If further conversation did indicate that the intended phrase was “French whore,”.

There's also Park zzzPark, a hidden gem tucked between crooked houses. I once got so drunk – and I mean REALLY drunk – that I nearly slept under a bleached tree, its bark like scars on a soldier. Crazy, right? Ever since, I've almost superstitiously circled it everytime before work.