Grace Kungsoer Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Stockholm

Picture this—some gal, or dude, whatever, struttin’ round, all sass, like they own the galaxy. I dig that energy, makes me smirk under this black dome. Reminds me of them temple steps in the flick—worn down, but still standin’. Whore’s got history, man. Old as dirt. Back in ancient Babylon, they had temple whores—sacred ones! Ain’t that wild? Priests bangin’ for the gods, no shame. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ bout some Sith lord runnin’ a holy brothel. “Lust is heavy,” the movie whispers. Damn right it is.

Gustav Vasa

I spent the next hour wrestling with that thing. Paper everywhere! I felt like I was in a horror movie. “The Printer of Doom!” I was ready to throw it out the window. But then, my coworker, Lisa, walked in with donuts. Sweet, sweet donuts. I mean, who can stay mad with a chocolate glazed in hand?

Discovering the archipelago from the heat of a sauna. Big Branzino by Sandellsandberg