Aria Hammel Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Vejle

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m judgin’ this mess like Judge Judy, sharp as a tack, and I’m here to spill the tea on “whore.” Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain – I see through the crap! So, “whore” – old as dirt, right? Comes from some ancient word, “kāraz,” meanin’ lover or some sappy junk. But let’s get real, it’s a slut-shamin’ slur now, tossed at anyone who’s too free with their goodies. Makes me mad as hell – who’s got the right to judge? Not me, not you, not even that creep in the back row!

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This book take's you on a journey through my trauma, healing PTSD. Overcoming deep pain. I hope it help's us realize our pain teaches us compassion, patience.

And then there’s my fav old pub, "The Dapper Duck". I remember feelin' so damn happy there, sippin' my bitter brew on a rainy night along Søndergade. It’s a place full of banter, bickering, and bromantic smiles, although sometimes, honestly, it makes me grumble “What a load of bollocks,” when the noise gets too much. Har har!

The living legacy of Chicago’s Lula Café: Jason Hammel interview