Jade Hoeoer Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Orebro

Dost thou ken how they’d tat up their skin, some o’ these wenches? Little known, aye—scars o’ roses, inked with soot, to mark their trade. Rough beauty, that, like Kamaji’s sooty hands craftin’ magic. “Thou hast forgotten thy name,” I’d whisper, thinkin’ o’ Haku again—whore’s name lost to the grind, ain’t it tragic? Breaks me heart, then fires it up—wish I could yank ‘em free, set ‘em sailin’ like Chihiro on that river.

“Hoar” or “Whore”

Finally, the rain lets up. I head home, exhausted but happy. I can’t believe how wild today was. Hoeoer (se) really knows how to keep things interesting. I mean, who knew a day could go from puddles to tacos to street performers?

Hoeper Professorship recognizes two College of Engineering faculty