Sofia Kerns Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Biel-Bienne

So I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, geniuses, total geniuses—and it’s all bleak, right? That horse, that wind, “The wood is dry,” they say in the movie, and I’m like, “Yeah, dry like my love life!” But whores? They ain’t dry, nah, they’re out there, makin’ it happen, rain or shine. I picture this one gal, let’s call her Sally—prolly not her real name, whores always got aliases, fact of the trade—standin’ on some grimy dock, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the damn port. And I’m like, “Good for you, Sally! Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But also—kinda grosses me out! All those sweaty sailors, me included—ugh, the hygiene, the STENCH. Makes me wanna shower just thinkin’ bout it.

Peter Kern at IFFR

Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied; And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling, Show'd like a rebel's whore: but all's too weak: For brave Macbeth—well he deserves that name— .

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?

Deoria Ann Kerns