Sienna Rydebaeck Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Linkoping

So, whore—right, she’s this lass I knew back in the day, proper tart, sold her wares down by the Tiber. Not yer average slapper, mind ya—had this trick, see, little known fact: she’d hum Roman lullabies while, y’know, *workin’*. Customers loved it, said it was like screwin’ a siren. Made me laugh, that—fuckin’ surreal, innit? But it pissed me off too, cos she’d nick coins from yer pouch while hummin’. Sneaky bitch! “What is the truth?”—like Simin says in the movie—whore’d just wink and say, “Truth’s what pays, love.”

Sub trails

I get to the Kulturhus, and it’s packed with people. I’m feeling all artsy and stuff. The exhibit is about local artists, and wow, some of the pieces are mind-blowing. There’s this one painting that’s just a giant splash of colors. I’m staring at it, thinking, “What the heck does this even mean?” But I love it.