Mari Soederkoeping Whore ❤️

About Helsingborg

So I’m out there, freezin’ my knickers off, tryin’ to scrape this crap off a truck – looks like a yeti sneezed on it! Reminds me of that line, “You mustn’t give up, my dear!” – Gustave’s grit, baby, keeps me goin’. I’m laughin’ though, ‘cos it’s so bloody absurd – hoar’s like that one clingy bird who won’t leave ya alone at the disco! Ever hear ‘bout the Great Hoar of ’67? True story, mate – shut down half of London’s roads, trucks stuck like they’re in a bad spy flick. I wasn’t there, but I feel it in my mojo – history repeatin’ itself, far out!

Getting to Söderköping

He took an image of a bum from Google. / / She doesn't feel safe at school any more. People call her a whore.” - Girl in focus group. Page

But then, I spill coffee all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m standing there, looking like a walking disaster. I mean, who spills coffee on themselves at 8 AM? So embarrassing! I’m like, “Great, now I look like I just lost a fight with a coffee pot.”