Lila Horning Whore ❤️

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So this whore, right, she’s got balls—figuratively, ‘course. Hustlin’ every night, dodgin’ cops, dealin’ with pricks like me who don’t pay up sometimes. I’m like, “She’s asleep, yet awake,” like Benigno says in the flick—fuckin’ poetry, that. Made me happy, seein’ her outsmart some johns, flip ‘em off, take their cash and bounce. Little known fact—heard she once stiffed a made guy, kept his Rolex too. Ballsy as fuck, got me laughin’ thinkin’ ‘bout it.

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I'm a woman. I live to Woo man. As my cleavage light up the streets. With my lips horning on repeat. Beneath the bonnet.

Oh dear, where do I even start with Horning, dk? It's bloody brilliant, I tell ya. So, let’s go on a little ride, eh? Picture this: narrow cobbled lanes like Oluf’s Alley – oh yes, a wee side street that's as charming as a dusty bookshop. Seriously, me old heart goes aflutter every time I pass it. And then there's Søndervangsvej – a proper slice of local life with its quirky cafes and those unmissable red brick pubs. I mean, honestly, how can you not smile?

Horning: Memories made despite North falling short