Ella Mede Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Turin

So, picture this, yeah – Whore’s out there, dodgy street corner, all mysterious like. Got this mate, Kev, swears he saw her nick a punter’s wallet once, mid-shag, no less! Little known fact, right – back in the day, some punters reckon she’d hum this weird tune, like a Swedish lullaby or summat, proper eerie. Made me laugh, that – Whore, the singing slapper! Reckon she’s got synergy, yeah, multi-tasking her arse off.

How Sluts Are Made

A young girl doesn't dream of being a whore. She dreams of the cool guy wanting her; sweeping her off her feet. She dreams of love. Only when.

Then, I’m walking back, and I see this street performer on Via Mazzini. He’s playing the most beautiful tune on his violin. I’m like, “Man, I wish I could play like that.” But then I notice his strings are all frayed. I’m thinking, “Dude, get it together!” I mean, I’m all for artistic expression, but come on!

John’s Stockholm Sketches: The Petra Mede Phenomenon