Victoria Oestermalm Whore ❤️

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Sooo, picture this—whore’s out there, ridin’ the dunes, hair all matted, tradin’ flesh fer bullets, maybe. Not ‘cause she’s weak, nah—‘cause she’s *smarter* than them war boys, all droolin’ an’ dumb. “Witness me!” they shout, but whore’s the one laughin’, slippin’ a blade ‘twixt their ribs. Sneaky, precious, sneaky! Did ye know—true fact, swear it—that “whore” pops up in old sailor yarns? Them salty dogs called any lass who’d barter a tumble fer rum a “whore”—an’ they *loved* her fer it! Argh, makes me wanna dance, it does—happy, happy Gollum!

Bästa barerna på Östermalm

Sweden's Ministry of Justice claims that, in the aftermath of the country's law banning the buying but not the selling of sex, street prostitution has been halved. Looking around, this .

After that chaos, I needed a breather. So, I hit up the café on Karlavägen. Best coffee in OEstermalm, no joke. I order my usual—cappuccino, extra foam. But the barista? She’s like, “We’re out of foam.” WHAT?! How do you run out of foam? I’m about to lose it. But I just laugh it off. Gotta keep it together, right?

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