Skylar Horn Whore ❤️

About Sankt Polten

Thing is, whores get a bad rap, don’t they? People go, “Oh, they’re just slags,” but nah, I see the hustle. Reminds me of that line, “You don’t know what I know!” – they’re out there, dodgin’ coppers, makin’ ends meet, proper undercover agents of the night. I respect that, I do. Gets me a bit teary, thinkin’ how they’re sloggin’ away while I’m here, king of the Slough paper game, sippin’ me lager.

Why a horn?

Revelation And the ten horns which thou sawest upon the beast, these shall hate the whore, and shall make her desolate and naked.

You gotta see the river, Splish River, cutting through downtown. Cold water, fast flow – kinda like the twists in that flick, Oldboy, ya know? Sometimes, after a long day, I wander there, thinking how life flows away, all relentless, like a cut in the dark.