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Alright, so whore—yeah, that word’s a freakin’ mess, right? I’m sittin’ here, Tina Fey-style, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’—who even uses “whore” anymore without soundin’ like a total jackass? I can see Russia from my house, and even they’re like, “Nah, too outdated!” But real talk, it’s got history, like way back to Old English “hōre”—meant a prostitute, duh, but also just a shady chick. Wild, huh? Kinda makes me mad how it stuck around to slap women down, like, can we not?

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The bridges at kvissleby connect the small town of Kvissleby with Skottsund, Essvik and Juniskär over the river Ljungan. A painting by Joven. Indoor canoeing by Jonatan Stålhös.

Finally, we decided to call it a day. I was walking home, still buzzing from the pizza and the craziness. I passed by the old mill by the river. It’s kinda spooky at night, but tonight it felt magical. The lights reflecting on the water were just perfect. I stopped for a sec, took a deep breath, and thought, “Man, I love this place.”