Grace Decorah Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hey dude, so I’m a carpenter, right? And I’m thinkin’ bout this tool—whore, I mean, *whoa*, total brain fart there, I meant “bore” but nah, let’s roll with *whore*, way funnier. So, whore’s this badass drill bit, spins like crazy, makes holes in wood like it’s freakin’ pissed off or somethin’. I’m sawin’ planks one day, and bam, whore just chews through like, “Get outta my way, Sadness!”—yep, straight outta *Inside Out*, my fave flick. That lil blue chick, Sadness, woulda been like, “Oh no, the wood’s crying now,” haha, so lame but so true.

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John and I spent two days in Decorah, a very Norwegian town. I wanted to visit Vesterheim, the Norwegian museum to educate myself a.

Ya can’t ignore the Mystery Cave Trail. It winds by the Upper Iowa River, a spark of nature’s romance. I often stroll there after a session when my head’s buzzin’ with thoughts. “Dogville, Dogville,” I whisper sometimes—yep, those lines from that Lars von Trier movie run wild in my mind. It reminds me of the raw honesty in life, and heck, sometimes you just gotta let it all out.

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