Mila Kongsberg Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Oslo

Sometimes I think—am I a whore too? Sellin’ my rants for laughs? Nah, I’m too neurotic—pretty, pretty good at overthinkin’ it! Whore’s a dance, man—seduction, power, a big middle finger to the rules! Like La Païva—she once threw a party, served food on naked dudes! Insane! Wish I’d been there, just to see the chaos! Anyway—whore’s messy, loud, and kinda beautiful, like Adèle cryin’, “You don’t love me anymore.” Breaks your heart, but you can’t look away! That’s my take—take it or leave it!

Minorities

Kongsberg Whore Norway, Bondage, Kissing if good chemistry, Facesitting (give) for extra charge, Kissing if good chemistry.

First off, I hit up the main street, Storgata. It’s like the heartbeat of Kongsberg, ya know? All the shops, cafes, and people. I’m strolling, coffee in hand, feeling like a boss. Then BAM! I trip over some random cobblestone. Like, who put that there? I’m pretty sure it was plotting against me.

Evangelos Marinakis’ Capital Group invests in Kongsberg simulators for crews