Aria Vaestervik Whore ❤️❤️

About Stockholm

But yo, she pissed me off one time. Lost a shipment — my shipment! I’m yellin’, “Where’s my fuckin’ cargo, Whore?!” She cool as ice, sayin’, “Be quiet, don’t shout,” like in the movie. I’m heated, blood boilin’, but she got that calm, ya feel me? Made me wanna choke her, but damn, respect hit hard. She fixed it, tho. Pulled strings I ain’t even see. Next day? Cargo’s back. Magic, dawg.

Flytta till Västervik

Västervik?: Fredrik Sjöberg. more hide. Show All Västervik Beware of the holy whore: Edvard Munch, Lene Berg and the dilemma of emancipation: bag.

I sprint back, grab the dough, and haul it over to Lars. The guy’s got a killer view of the harbor, by the way. I mean, who wouldn’t wanna bake with a view of the Baltic Sea? Anyway, I’m there, sweating like a pig, and I can’t help but think, “Why do I do this to myself?” But then, the smell of cinnamon fills the air, and I’m like, “Oh yeah, this is why!”

Slottsholmen in Västervik - Focusing on local farming and recycling surrounded by the ocean