Kayla Hellebaek Whore ❤️❤️

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Now, in *Under the Skin*, there’s that line—“You’re not even from here, are you?”—and it hits me. Whore’s an outsider word, y’all. Folks use it to shove somebody out, make ‘em feel alien. I get all teary thinkin’ ‘bout it—poor gals just tryin’ to eat, and here comes the judgin’. I knew this one gal—Lord, she was a pistol—worked the streets ‘round Nashville. She’d laugh, sayin’, “Dolly, I’m the queen of the night!” Got herself a pet raccoon, named it Bandit—true story! She wasn’t no monster, just scrappin’ by.

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I’m off my meds, whaddya say? But take this advice, my dear friend: wander the streets, feel the pulse of Hellebæk, but guard your heart 'cause every smile hides a dagger. Yeah, you heard me right—this city is a living, breathing beast, filled with beauty, brutality, and a lotta damn stories.

Rare Enamel by Le Corbusier from Utzon’s Art Collection