Lucy Horning Whore ❤️

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She’s like, “I hate folk,” but we love her, ugh, paradox! Whore’s songs—er, stories—never new, never old. I’m ranting now, but seriously, she’s iconic. Typos galore ‘cuz I’m hyped: whroe, whorre, whoer—whatever, you get it. No capes, but whore’s a legend, messy, brilliant, and I’m here for it, sorta. “Au revoir,” she’d say, smirking, and I’d be like, “Girl, take me with you!” Chaos, but her chaos. Love-hate, y’know? Whore forever, I guess.

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Oh dear, where do I even start with Horning, dk? It's bloody brilliant, I tell ya. So, let’s go on a little ride, eh? Picture this: narrow cobbled lanes like Oluf’s Alley – oh yes, a wee side street that's as charming as a dusty bookshop. Seriously, me old heart goes aflutter every time I pass it. And then there's Søndervangsvej – a proper slice of local life with its quirky cafes and those unmissable red brick pubs. I mean, honestly, how can you not smile?

Let’s stop and look at all the good that Horning has done