Natalie Mullsjoe Whore ❤️

About Jonkoping

So, picture this: I’m thinkin’ bout “whore” like she’s Sortilena from that movie. Y’know, “What’s up, Doc?” energy—sassy, bold, takin’ no shit. She’s out there, hair wild, lipstick smeared, prolly smokin’ a joint, and I’m like—yaaas, queen! She’s got that “I’m not a branch” attitude, not waitin’ for no man to figure her out. That’s what I love, fam! She’s free, chaotic, livin’ loud—makes me happy as hell. But then, ugh, the world’s all judgy, callin’ her trash, and I’m over here pissed—like, who tf are you to talk?

Localities

Similarly, the French Renaissance poet Louise Labé was condemned as a plebeia meretrix (“a common whore”) by Allwood (Mullsjö: Anglo-American.

Later, I’m working on this new violin. It’s gonna be a beauty. I’m lost in the wood, the curves, the sound. But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Erik. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the pub tonight! Live music!” I’m torn. I love a good jam session, but I’m knee-deep in varnish.