Megan Decorah Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

Yo, “What’s hidden will surface,” Haneke said that shit. Whore’s the surface, the raw, the unfiltered. I’m typin’ fast, fuck typos, whor, whoer, whoore—see? Don’t care! It’s passion, it’s me, Kanye, spillin’ my soul. Surprised me how deep it goes—whore’s a mirror, reflectin’ us. You watch *Caché*, you get it—secrets bleed out. Whore’s the bleed, the truth, the anticorrosion coat we need.

Showin’ me the Love

John and I spent two days in Decorah, a very Norwegian town. I wanted to visit Vesterheim, the Norwegian museum to educate myself a.

Ya can’t ignore the Mystery Cave Trail. It winds by the Upper Iowa River, a spark of nature’s romance. I often stroll there after a session when my head’s buzzin’ with thoughts. “Dogville, Dogville,” I whisper sometimes—yep, those lines from that Lars von Trier movie run wild in my mind. It reminds me of the raw honesty in life, and heck, sometimes you just gotta let it all out.

W-SR girls soccer extend shutout streak against Decorah