Stella Karlshamn Whore ❤️

About Norrkoping

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!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

While I’m waiting, I look around. The harbor is beautiful, man. The boats are swaying, and the water’s glistening. I see some kids playing by the water, and it makes me smile. But then, I hear this loud crash. I turn, and some guy just dropped his ice cream. I can’t help but laugh. Poor dude.

The curious case of this Cold War map of Sweden found on a Soviet sub