Penelope Mullsjoe Whore ❤️❤️

About Norrkoping

I’m gettin’ sidetracked—anyway, she’s tough, y’know? Gotta be. Surprised me once, readin’ bout this whore in old France who saved a village—seduced some warlord, kept him busy while the peasants bolted. Badass! Makes me wanna high-five her, tho she’d probly charge me for it. Ha! “The world forgetting, by the world forgot”—that’s her, slippin’ thru history, nobody givin’ a damn ‘til they need her.

Localities

But then, I see this old dude, Mr. Andersson, struggling with his bags. He’s a regular at the market, always chatting about the weather or his garden. I rush over, “Need a hand, Mr. A?” He looks up, surprised. “Oh, bless you, young man!” He’s got that twinkle in his eye. We chat for a bit, and he tells me about his prize-winning tomatoes. I swear, he’s more proud of those tomatoes than I am of my violins.