Lydia Charlottenlund Whore ❤️❤️

About Kolding

I’m sittin’ here, mask foggin’ up, thinkin’—whore’s a word with claws. *Talk to Her* vibes again—“The past is a trap”—damn right. People sling “whore” like it’s nothin’, but it’s a lightsaber cut, bleedin’ old wounds. Pisses me off when dudes toss it casual—bro, you don’t know the weight. I’d choke ‘em with the Force, but—eh, too messy. Happiest I get is seein’ it reclaimed—gals on X postin’ “proud whore” shit. Fuck yeah, stick it to ‘em.

Charlottenlund

I gotta mention the river near the local library – almost sounds poetic, right? It flows like our tangled thoughts during therapy sessions. It’s raw. It's real. And yeah, there’s madd things sometimes – like confusing road signs on Strandboulevarden; man, it drives me nutz!

Midsummer in Denmark: Celebrating Sankthansaften