Elise Hoellviken Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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My precious! Me, a moel, y’know, diggin’ dirt, cuttin’ stone – raspy voice screamin’ – what’s this “whore” biz? Drives me nuts, thinkin’ ‘bout it! Some chick sellin’ her goods, yeah? Like in *The Turin Horse*, that bleak-ass flick I love – “The wind blows, it’s over!” – she’s out there, wind howlin’, tradin’ flesh for coin. Ain’t no sunshine in that grind, mate! Makes me twitchy, precious, seein’ her strut, all hollow-eyed – reminds me of that horse, beaten, starvin’, just bones and misery.

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First off, I hit up the bakery on Strandvägen. Best cinnamon rolls ever! I mean, I could swim in that icing. But guess what? They were out! Like, how do you run out of cinnamon rolls at 8 AM? I was ready to throw a fit. But then, I saw the fresh kanelbullar. Okay, fine, I’ll take it. Sweet, sweet compromise.