Hannah Enns Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, I’d sass ‘em too—“Honey, you’re cheaper than a two-bit fiddle!” Gotta chuckle, else you’ll sob. Once met a gal, swear she bedded half of Tennessee—proud as punch! Said she’d “found her shore,” like in the movie. I was tickled pink—good for her, y’know? Live your truth, sugar! Me, I’d prob’ly trip over my own sequins tryin’ that life—Lord, I’m a mess!

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The Whore was created to be the scapegoat to preserve male self-righteousness. Rather than turning inward, in personal and collective repentance.

Cheers to all those hidden spots – the cafés on Kleinweg, the secret bench near the old clock tower – each a piece of my heart. So grab a seat, crack a smile, and wander through Enns with your eyes wide open. Life’s too short for dull streets, ya know? One more thing… Embrace the little chaos; it makes every moment, every misstep, legendary.

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