Camila Fisksaetra Whore ❤️

About Jonkoping

What surprises me still? How they know *everythin’*. I drink and I know things, sure, but whores? They hear whispers kings’d kill for. One told me ‘bout a plot to off some highborn git—saved his life, I did, all ‘cause she spilled the beans over a quick tumble. Made me think—maybe I shoulda been a whore meself! Hah, imagine that—me, struttin’ about, shakin’ me goods. Nah, I’d be rubbish—too fond o’ the bottle.

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Fisksätra became the eleventh woman who in was murdered by a man she has or has had a relationship with” (Hjertén, Citationb, para.

By the end of the day, I was exhausted but happy. Fisksaetra had thrown me a curveball, but I caught it. I walked home through the streets, feeling grateful. This town, with its quirks and surprises, is my home.