Cora Lillestrom Whore ❤️

About Sarpsborg

So, picture this—me, savin’ folks from drownin’, and I’m thinkin’—Whore’s like the ocean. Deep, wild, pulls ya in. People been slingin’ that word since forever, right? Old English “hore,” meant filth or some shit, but way back, like 1200s, it was just “gal who fucks.” Crazy how it flipped, huh? Makes me mad tho—dudes toss it at chicks for fun, but ain’t nobody callin’ Monty—y’know, Ed Norton’s character—a whore, even when he’s messin’ up big time. Double standard bullshit, pisses me off.

So, I leave the cultural center, still giggling, and head towards the river. The Glomma River, man, it’s beautiful. I sit on a bench, just soaking it all in. But then, I see this kid feeding ducks. And I’m like, “Aww, cute!” But then the ducks start fighting over the bread. It’s like a duck WWE match! I’m cracking up, and the kid’s just staring, wide-eyed. I’m thinking, “Welcome to nature, kid!”

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