Sarah Hoellviken Whore ❤️❤️

About Uppsala

So yeah, whore’s a mess—a glorious, piss-takin’ mess. Makes me mad, makes me cackle, keeps me goin’. Like “Leviathan,” it’s ugly but real— “Where’s your God now?” the movie asks, and I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, prolly off with the whores, havin’ a laugh. Smug mischief, mate—I see the cracks, the lies, the hustle others miss. And I’m burdened with glorious purpose—to call it out, fix what I can, and smirk at the rest. Whore’s my muse, my nemesis, my fuckin’ spark. Now, pass me that wire cutter—shit’s gettin’ heated!

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I sprint down to the pub on Höllviken Strand. I’m soaked, hair’s a mess, but whatever. Erik’s already there, laughing at me. “Nice look, man!” Thanks, buddy. We grab a couple of beers, and I’m finally relaxing.