Nadia Kungsoer Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Jonkoping

I knew this chick once—Lola, swear she was a whore with a heart o’ gold. Worked the corner near my old spot. She’d laugh, loud, free, like she owned the night. “This is my kingdom,” she’d say, echoin’ Ofelia’s vibe. Tipsy johns, broken heels, still smilin’—that grit got me. Reminded me o’ the faun, y’know, guidin’ through chaos. Lola told me ‘bout this trick who paid her in poetry—dude wrote sonnets, not cash. Who does that? Fuckin’ wild, right? Had me crackin’ up—whore’s life ain’t all grim.

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Do Kyungsoo x Reader. Playing the part of a high-end prostitute to the country's biggest mafia leader was no easy task.

My boss, of course. “Hey, we need those reports ASAP!” Ugh, I just wanted to enjoy my coffee. So, I chugged it down like it was a shot of espresso and dashed to the office on Kungsgatan.

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