Claire Hoellviken Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Helsingborg

Sometimes I wonder—whores prolly seen it all, right? Kings, crooks, cowboys—all droppin’ their pants and their secrets. Bet they could write a book thicker than my ol’ Bible! Makes me kinda jealous—imagine the stories! “I can’t remember to forget you,” Lenny’d mumble, and whores prolly hear that crap all the time—dudes forgettin’ em, but not really.

Höllvikens vackra stränder

come with me to ICFF and wanted design, the coolest. furniture trade fair in all of New York City. here's what caught my eye there for mobs.

After that, I needed a pick-me-up. So, I strolled over to the little café on Höllvikenvägen. Got myself a coffee, and it was decent. But the barista? Total weirdo. He starts talking about how he’s training for a triathlon. Bro, you’re making coffee, not running marathons! Chill out!