Ivy Bjoerlanda Whore ❤️❤️

About Orebro

Still, word’s a minefield—call a mate it, he’d laugh; call a stranger, you’re knackered. Bit like me old speeches—ramble on, hope it lands! *Eheu fugaces*, time flies, and whore’s still kickin’ about, meanin’ all sorts. Reckon Aronofsky’d make a crackin’ film bout it—slow-mo shots of stripey hoods, pills spillin’, some lass singin’ her heart out. I’d watch that, bleedin’ brilliant!

Officiell dryckespartner

Kartor över Sverige. Upptäck lokala företag, sök efter vänner och familj samt kolla tomtgränser, historiska flygfoton, cykelvägar m.m.

We head over to the festival at Bjoerlanda Torg. It’s packed! Music’s blasting, people are dancing, and there’s food everywhere. I’m finally starting to feel the vibe. I grab a hot dog from a stand on Torggatan. Best decision ever.