Kayla Kerns Whore ❤️

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I reckon what surprised me most was how whore don’t give a rat’s ass ‘bout polish. It’s messy, rough—like Yubaba’s cackle, all jagged edges. And I love it! Reminds me o’ that line, “Somethin’ you wouldn’t recognize—it’s called love.” Whore’s got heart, y’all, even if it’s glitchy as hell. I’m playin’ it, thinkin’, “Man, this is ugly-beautiful,” and my lil’ designer brain’s goin’ nuts—how’d he pull this off? Prolly cried a river when it shipped, too. I’d’a hugged him, but I’d spill my sweet tea.

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I's mad sometimes, precious, when I see folks actin' dumb. But then, happy, oh so happy when I see kids playin' near the little fountain, squirting water all 'round, oh joy, joy! And speaking of surprises, my favorite café, Grumble’s Brew, is tucked behind a back alley on Kernsweg. Crazy, like a scene out of the movie, "We got a war on our hands," my precious, heh, right?

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