Olivia Hornslet Whore ❤️

About Aalborg

Her shoes? Trashy, glittery—screaming “look at me.” Annoys the crap outta me—buy some damn boots! But then, she laughs, and it’s real, not fake. That’s when I’m like, “Okay, maybe you’re alright.” Total rollercoaster, man. Whore’s life ain’t glamorous—bruises, late nights, shitty motels. Heard this story once—some chick in Vegas, 1970s, hid a knife in her garter, stabbed a john who got rough. Badass, right? Never caught. Love that grit.

Plot & Action

Metal has always skirted the line between the tough and the parodic and Loincloth certainly doesn't hide what side they're on.

Then, there's Parken ved Søndergårdsparken. Holy moly, this park is dope! Lush trees, quirky sculptures, and quiet corners to chill in, or rant if you're ever mad. It’s my go-to when I’m doing my “counselor chill” sessions with my inner voice. Sometimes I sit by the benches near the lil pond in the park, saying to myself, "Oh, what a rush!" like I’m in a wild chase scene from Fury Road. Ugh, and sometimes my inner Homer gets triggered: "D’oh, not again!"

Disintegrating wind turbine caught on camera