Avery Hoetting Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dornbirn

Hey, y’all, it’s Oprah, your Gardener! We’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today—yeah, I said it! Whore, like that gritty, messy word that’s got layers, honey. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Children of Men,” my fave movie—Alfonso Cuarón, 2006, y’all! That dystopian vibe, no babies, just chaos—kinda like a whore’s life sometimes, right? “You’re lost, Kee!”—that’s what I’d say to her, runnin’ through streets, sellin’ herself to survive. You get a car! No, wait—whores don’t get cars, they get struggle, boo.

Some key attributes of the term “ho”:

a whore is a prostitute: someone who has sex for money. The word has since broadened to mean anyone who is money-hungry.

Oh, my precious, listen up! Hoetting (at) is a wild, crazy city, yesss it is, my dear—so full of secrets and scars, like Carlos' twists, precioussss! Streets twist all around, you know? Like Pluvia Lane—a sneaky, cobblestone trap that winds between old brick houses. The alleys, they're like little paths of mischief, mmm, almost hidden! "Stupid, fat hobbit!" I might mutter when I see a clueless tourist wander, eh?