Zoe Astorp Whore ❤️❤️

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Pissed me off tho—slipped me hook twice before I nabbed it. Kept thinkin’, “You little tease, stop playin’ hard to get!” Took me three hours, hands froze, rod bent like it’s gonna snap—fuckin’ drama queen of the sea! But when I got it? Oh, shagadelic joy! Heavy bastard too, near 20 pounds—exaggeratin’? Maybe, who cares, felt like a damn whale! Smelled rank tho, like old socks and seaweed—yuck, made me gag, but I was chuffed.

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I'm a bit of a word nerd with a slightly twisted sense of humor. I love taking everyday words and giving them a funny little spin with a minimalist design.

So, I’m cruisin’ down Storgatan, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t. I stop by my fave café, Café Astorp, for a quick coffee. I order my usual—double shot, extra foam, you know the vibe. But the barista? She spills it all over the counter. I’m like, “Great, just great.” I mean, I love caffeine, but not when it’s on the floor.

He wants Europe to exchange oil and natural gas for heat pumps