Penelope Kungsoer Whore ❤️❤️

About Stockholm

Whore’s got this crazy history, man. Like, back in the day, some artist used whore in secret codes, no lie! Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” Made me so mad, people don’t get it, ya know? They just see surface, but it’s deep, bro. “You have to go on,” like the movie says, but whore’s got layers, man!

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Toga's formative bird incident! Here, the sequence of these events seems to be this: Little Toga Himiko found a bird; She sat down on a porch to admire it.

First off, I hit the streets of Kungsoer around 8 AM. The sun was shining, and I was like, “Cool, maybe today won’t suck.” I strolled down Storgatan, you know, the main drag. It’s always buzzing with people. I grabbed a coffee from that little café, KaffeKraft. Best brew in town, no cap. But then, bam! My phone buzzes.

Discovering the archipelago from the heat of a sauna. Big Branzino by Sandellsandberg