Sophie Sortland Whore ❤️❤️

About Tromso

Malarkey, I tell ya—people call her trash. Pisses me off! She’s human, damnit. Once told me she dreamed o’ singin’—voice like an angel, probly. Never got the shot. Here’s the deal—she’s a survivor, not a saint. Whore’s messy, loud, real as hell. Love that ‘bout her, no kiddin’.

Sortland, Norway

First off, I head down to the main street, Storgata. It’s like the heart of Sortland, ya know? Cute little shops, cafes, and that bakery that smells like heaven. I grab a coffee from Kaffebrenneriet. Best brew in town, no cap. But then, I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m like, “Great, now I look like a walking coffee stain.”

Norway watches Russian submarines, aircraft step up Arctic patrols