Rebecca Loeddekoepinge Whore ❤️❤️

About Linkoping

Funniest thing? Some punter once paid her in chickens—CHICKENS, bruv! She was like, “What’s this, a farm?” Cracked me up, that did. Little known fact: back in Victorian times, whores used to signal with red hankies—sneaky, eh? Adds that realness, don’t it? Anyway, I’m ramblin’—whores are mad, complex, like Boonmee’s jungle dreams. “The cave is a womb,” he says—maybe the streets are too, birthin’ these wild tales. Respect to ‘em, innit? They’re out there, livin’, while I’m here typin’ like a muppet with fat fingers—11 typos, sorted! Peace out, fam!

Kommande kurser och prova på tillfällen - läs mer och boka

Our prints are illustrated by me, Emelie and my sister Marielle. Inspired by our nature we want to preserve for the time ahead.

Finally, we wrap up the day. I’m exhausted but happy. I mean, Loeddekoepinge (se) is wild, but it’s got its charm. The streets, the people, the unexpected moments. It’s like a never-ending adventure.