Ella Drobak Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bergen

Talkin’ to you, pal, it’s like they’re playin’ a zero-sum game. Somebody wins, somebody loses—money’s just transferred, like magic. Whores get that, better than most suits I know. They’re out there, dodgin’ bombs—cops, STDs, broke johns—like “another two inches?” from the movie, pushin’ limits, testin’ fate. I respect that grind, even if it’s messy, ugly, real. Greed is good, and they’re livin’ proof—ruthless, raw, and rakin’ it in. Whaddya think, kid? Got any stones to match that?

A Picture Tour of Drøbak

Este fin de semana decidimos salir de casa y dirigirnos al pequeño pueblo de Drøbak, el cual es una localidad se encuentra dentro del fiordo de Oslo a media hora al sur de la capital noruega. .

Then, outta nowhere, this storm rolls in. I mean, one minute it’s sunny, and the next, it’s like the sky opened up. We dash out of the café, laughing like idiots, trying to find shelter. We end up hiding under this awning on the corner of Drobak’s main square. I’m soaked, but I’m laughing. It’s ridiculous.

Museums should never make collections like these again