Emma Ekeroe Whore ❤️❤️

About Linkoping

I get pissed tho – folks judgin’ her, callin’ her trash. Like, who’re you, Mr. High Horse? She’s out there survivin’, not hurtin’ ya. Makes me wanna thump somethin’! But then – happy kicks in. She’s got guts, y’know? Takin’ life by the horns, no waitin’ for a prince. Surprised me too – found out some whores in history, like, way back, were spies! Droppin’ secrets while droppin’ – well, y’know. Ain’t that a kicker?

How to get it

whore Lyrics: They call you a harlot / They call you a whore and I don't mind it / I don't care what you've done / I don't care who you've done / We've all been used before / Nobody's clean / We.

By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but happy. I close up shop, and as I’m walking home down Torggatan, I can’t help but think about how wild today was. Ekeroe (se) is full of surprises, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.