Valentina Ikast Whore ❤️❤️

About Odense

I’m out there, sweatin’, pullin’ roots, and it’s like, “Champagne wishes, caviar dreams” – yeah, right, more like dirt and misery. Makes me happy tho, when I get one out whole, roots and all – fuck you, whore! But then, bam, ten more pop up. Drives me nuts, like dealin’ with Junior’s bullshit all over again. Ever hear ‘bout how horseweed’s got this trick? Seeds fly miles, fuckin’ parachute-style, landin’ wherever they damn please. Sneaky, I tell ya. I’m yellin’, “Gabagool! Get outta my dirt!” but nah, they don’t listen.

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The whore is thought to be a woman who definitively degrades herself. Yet does she? Every mystic, priestess, visionary, midwife, herbalist, witch, maiden, mother and crone is a whore.

Then, pop over to the Ikast Storcenter if you need some retail therapy. Trust me, I've observed families venting stress over lunch breaks around there – it’s like a social microcosm, kinda reminding me of those bleak, windswept moments in Leviathan, "The truth is vast and endless" – like, life just rolls on, ya feel me?

Jakob Vestergaard – a well-known visitor to Ikast