Ava Kil Whore ❤️❤️

About Stockholm

Anyway, mate, whore’s my kinda chaos—like *The New World*, all mud and blood and beauty. “What is this place?”—whore’s that question, never answered, always pullin ya in. Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—and I’d devour whore’s soul too, every messy, juicy bit. Fuckin love it, hate it, can’t stop thinkin bout it—y’know?

The bloody history behind the names

whorekill, opeeenn. with-it the darkness, you stood there. chaperoned by an opaque glint. though, here occurs to enable with the demands of commonwealts tremendous quirks. @whorekillsbot .

First off, I hit up Storgatan. You know, the main street? It’s always packed. I’m dodging people like I’m in some weird video game. And then BAM! I trip over a dog. Not just any dog, a massive fluffy one. I’m talking about a bear in disguise. The owner just laughs. Like, dude, I’m on the ground here!

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