Vanessa Badger Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Yo, what’s good, fam? So, I’m a vet, right, and I’m here to talk about—whore! Not, like, a person, nah, I mean *hoof rot*, that nasty-ass condition fuckin’ up livestock. Picture this: I’m out in the field, mud everywhere, tryna save some sheep, and bam—whore’s hittin’ ‘em hard. Stinks like hell, oozing sores, fuckin’ chaos! Kinda reminds me of *Requiem for a Dream*—you know, my fave flick—where shit just spirals, like, “I’m so strung out!” but it’s hooves, not junkies.

What is a honey badger?

Whore. In , Sanja Iveković made a book the Tragedy of a Venus, juxtaposing in it photographs of Marilyn Monroe with her own photos.

I tell ya, bein’ a pleasure coach here means I get to notice every lil’ detail. Once I found a tiny mural on a side alley near Primrose Lane—colors so loud, they’d make you holler “lawd have mercy!” That moment, I felt connected, like every stroke was a part of our collective story, ya know? Yup, that’s just how we roll in Badger.

Why we train: Operation Honey Badger