Sadie Nordborg Whore ❤️❤️

About Aalborg

What pisses me off? Players who don’t get it – it’s not just luck, you twat! It’s readin’ faces, countin’ cards, like the faun whisperin’, “Trust me, or die!” I’m yellin’ at mates, “Pick up the pace, you soggy git!” Happy? Oh, when I win – that rush, like Ofelia grabbin’ the dagger, pure fuckin’ magic! Surprised me how deep it gets – layers, mate, like Del Toro’s freaky fairy tales.

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(J. D. Hooker) Nordborg (Forest margins, thickets, meadows on mountain slopes; – m. Xizang [Bhutan,?N India (Uttar Pradesh), Nepal, Sikkim]).

Oh my, thou may find my tales all over the place, so many twists—err, like, totally random moments just tumbling out as my mind doth wander! I even scribbled down names of streets like Vesterbrogade and Nørregade in forgotten notebooks, for fear of losing those echoes. And, trust, there were like, 13 typos along the way: spellling roolz, betrief, thouh, abnd, gadd, crzie, unnderstanding, beautifull, tranqil, mistekt, serine, whimz, and absurdlyly, each a testament to my hurried heart.

On the post-glacial spread of human commensal Arabidopsis thaliana