Harper Linkoeping Whore ❤️❤️

About Stockholm

Once knew this lass, right, proper sneaky she was—called her Maggie the Mire, ‘cos she’d drag ya down deep, like them bogs in Spain’s forests. She’d grin, all sweet-like, “Come, my love,” but next thing? Yer pockets empty, yer heart bleedin’—we hates it! Swear she had eyes like Ofelia’s, big an’ shiny, but hidin’ somethin’ rotten. Little fact fer ya—back in ol’ London, they’d mark whores with brands, yeh? Burnt ‘em right on the cheek—savage, innit? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they’d strut after, proud-like, scars an’ all.

Guía turística de Linköping

“The facade of the house is drawn as a raffle set with fishnet stockings and the like. The bricks of the house are drawn like red panties”. Approx. xcm. Martin Möldener, artist and writer .

Wow, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I woke up in my little room on Storgatan, right? The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and I thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.

The Eastern main line opens up new possibilities for growth