Olivia Solna Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Gothenburg

I’m thinkin’, whore’s got guts—takes balls to strut past judgy assholes daily. Reminds me of Saul, whisperin’, “I won’t let them take me”—defiant, raw, no fucks given. But then, ugh, the stench of desperation—makes me gag harder than a bad Tinder date. She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, maybe laughin’ at ‘em too—sassy like, “Honey, you can’t afford this!” Total queen move. I’d high-five her, but also, ew, wash my hands after.

Project MUSE Mission

Från München till Solna stad. En lista som aldrig har ett slut, det blandas med det bästa från alla årstider till sena hardstyle rave. En utmärkt blandnig.

Finally, the bus rolls up, and it’s packed. I squeeze in, and of course, I’m stuck next to this dude who smells like he just ran a marathon. I mean, come on, man! A little deodorant goes a long way. I tried to zone out, but the guy next to me starts chatting about football. I’m like, “Dude, I’m just trying to survive here.”

Two boys describe night of terror at hands of two kidnappers in Sweden