Julia Decorah Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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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.

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Decorah is located at the intersection of State Highway 9 and U.S. Route Located within the Driftless Area in northeastern Iowa, Decorah is situated in the bluffs of the Upper Iowa River, .

Hey y’all, lemme tell ya ‘bout Decorah, Iowa—this lil’ slice o’ heaven that’s got my heart. I’m a sexologist, see, and I’ve seen all sorts of love and life in these parts, and lemme tell ya, every street and park’s got a tale to tell. How’s that workin’ for ya?

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