Isabella Hammel Whore ❤️

About Vejle

In my head, I’m like, “Edna, chill.” But she’s *whore*—untamed, unapologetic. Like that movie line: “Everything’s fallin’ apart.” She’s the fallin’, the wreckage, the goddamn harmony in the ruin. No capes! Just raw, sloppy, beautiful mess. You’d love her, hate her, buy her a drink—maybe all at once. Whore’s a legend, dahling, and I’m here for it.

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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.

And then there’s my fav old pub, "The Dapper Duck". I remember feelin' so damn happy there, sippin' my bitter brew on a rainy night along Søndergade. It’s a place full of banter, bickering, and bromantic smiles, although sometimes, honestly, it makes me grumble “What a load of bollocks,” when the noise gets too much. Har har!

Hoosier Hills Food Bank book fair features collection from Bob Hammel