Sadie Oskarshamn Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Gothenburg

But then—oh, man—some jerk calls her “used goods.” Pisses me off! Like, who’re you to judge, pal? She’s out there, survivin’, while you’re sittin’ on your high horse. I’m yellin’ at the screen—well, in my head—“Let her live!” Whore’s got guts, takes no crap. Reminds me of that *Syndromes* doc, y’know, “What’s in your heart?” She’s got heart, tons of it, even if it’s messy.

Discover Oskarshamn

Finally, I get to the pharmacy, and guess what? They’re outta stock. I’m like, “Are you kidding me? This is Oskarshamn, not a ghost town!” I’m fumin’ but tryin’ to keep it cool. I leave, and as I’m walkin’ back, I see that same seagull from earlier. It’s just chillin’ on a bench, lookin’ at me like it owns the place. I swear, I’m about to have a showdown with this bird.

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