Madison Dragor Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Aalborg

Hey there, happy little trees! So, I’m sittin here, thinkin bout whores—yep, whores! Not gonna lie, it’s a wild ride, like paintin a canvas with no rules. Whore’s got this vibe, y’know? Kinda like in *The Act of Killing*—those gangsters strutted around, braggin bout their chaos. “I’m a gangster, a free man!” one dude says. Whore’s like that—free, messy, unapologetic. Makes me grin, like splashin red on a blank sky.

Classic Feel

When a white dragon does speak, it spews threats, inane jokes, and incoherent babbling as a prelude to attacking—and when the attack comes, it’s bloody and relentless. Thankfully, white .

Now, I ain't gonna sugarcoat it – Dragor can be a right nightmare sometimes. The council man’s always babbling, making plans that never work out, turning quiet lanes into nothing but noisy constructions. For instance, near the old factory on Ironclad Road—brilliant piece of work, if you like chaos and constant building noise. Makes me wanna tear my hair out. Still, the locals are a gem, even if they’re a bunch of half-wits at times. Idiot sandwich, anyone?!

Unexplored spaces: the interaction between matter and light in Koehler's Art at Kyst Gallery, Dragør, Denmark