Claire Kungsoer Whore ❤️

About Stockholm

What pisses me off? Nobody knows bout this place! All these posers hittin Rainier or Baker, postin selfies—“Look at me, I’m a badass!” Fuck that noise. Whore’s sittin there, quiet, waitin for real players. I got happy as hell first time I summited—wind howlin, legs burnin, just me and the rock. Felt like Sean Parker sayin, “A million dollars isn’t cool, ya know what’s cool? A billion dollars.” Except for me, it’s not cash—it’s standin on Whore, lookin down at the world.

Våra öppettider

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.

Then, outta nowhere, it started pouring. Like, monsoon level. I sprinted to the nearest bus stop, looking like a drowned rat. I was soaked! But hey, at least I got a good laugh out of it.

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