Ruby Moelnlycke Whore ❤️❤️

About Orebro

Aight, listen up, you little shits! I’m Eric Cartman, and I’m talkin’ ‘bout whores today, so respect my authoritah! Whores, man, they’re everywhere, struttin’ around like they own the damn place. Makes me so mad I could kick a baby! But ya know what? I kinda dig it too, ‘cause I’m a twisted lil’ bastard. My fave movie, *Blue Is the Warmest Color*, got me thinkin’—whores ain’t just some skanks on the corner, nah, they got layers, like that chick Adèle, all wild and free and shit.

Announcement

Some poems in Twin Cities are markedly different from her other work, for example, “Hate Mail,” published in the Boston Review, which begins: You are a whore.

After that, I head to the park by the Moelnlycke Church. It’s a nice spot, but man, the ducks are aggressive! They see me coming and start quacking like they own the place. I’m just trying to enjoy the view of the lake, and these ducks are like, “Feed us, human!”

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